Chapter one hundred thirty three

As the morning sun flickered through the curtains, casting golden light across the room, Alina's eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw was Marcus's face, his lips curled into a lazy, satisfied smile as he gazed at her.

"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.

She stretched, her fingers finding their way into his tousled hair, playing with the soft strands. "Good morning, my love," she whispered back. "When did you wake up?"

"Just now," he replied, his voice thick with warmth. "I dreamt about you."

She arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Was it a good dream?"

He grinned, his fingers tracing slow, teasing patterns on her bare shoulder. "The best. We were married… and we had twins."

Alina smiled, her heart fluttering at the thought. "That would be nice," she murmured, her fingers trailing over his chest.