LIORA'S POV;
Two months. It had been two months since the twins entered our lives and since my Marriage with Ronan.
Two months since my body had undergone the most profound changes—leaving me feeling raw, unsure, and disconnected from myself.
Yes, we got married two weeks after the delivery if the twins. Ronan Insisted that we marry soonest, saying he has wasted enough time.
Through it all, Ronan had been patient. Attentive. He’d given me time to heal, never once pressuring me for intimacy, even when I caught the heat in his gaze or felt the tension in his touch. His love had been unwavering, and tonight, he’d made it clear it was about me.
The bedroom was transformed into something out of a dream. Candles flickered softly, their golden light casting shadows across the walls, and the bed was covered in rose petals. A faint floral scent lingered in the air, mingling with the unmistakable scent of Ronan.