The morning sun seeped lazily through the grand windows of the mansion, spilling golden light over polished wooden floors and the opulent chaos of Tina's bedroom. Tiny knick-knacks lay scattered across the room, evidence of her usual whirlwind—tiny plushies in mid-fall, half-read books with dog-eared pages, and a rainbow of pens rolling under the bed. And somewhere in the middle of it all, Tina perched on the edge of the bed like a tiny queen surveying her messy kingdom, eyes wide and silver-blue, hair a chaotic halo around her head.
Her gaze landed on Andrew first. Golden-brown hair mussed across his forehead, hazel eyes still squinting against the light, and a slight curve of his belly hinting at the new life growing inside him. Even after weeks of recovery, he looked impossibly calm, but Tina's alpha instincts flared anyway, chaotic concern bubbling to the surface.
"Wake up! Time for kisses!"
