Audrey’s POV
I wake up in the twin bed, the soft light of early morning filtering through the thin curtain. For a moment, I lie still, orienting myself. The ache in my chest reminds me where I am, why I’m here. Why I chose to sleep beside my son last night instead of the man I’ve loved most of my life.
Drew’s words from last night echo in my mind like a question that won’t stop ringing.
"Marry me."
I barely slept after that. I needed space. Needed Ian’s tiny, steady breaths beside me to remember who I am, what matters most.
I shift carefully so I don’t wake him. He’s curled toward me, one arm flopped over his stuffed bunny. I lean in and press a soft kiss to his forehead, then slip out of bed and tiptoe to the kitchen.
And there he is.
Another sleeping baby.