Lyla
I woke to golden rays of the sun streaming through the tall windows, painting warm patterns across the silk sheets. For a moment, I lay still, savouring the peace of the early morning and the unfamiliar comfort of the room. Everything felt different—the room, the bed, even the way the light fell across my skin.
Then I remembered. I was married. I was Luna Lyla Woodland Kincaid now.
A smile spread across my face as the memories of yesterday flooded back—the ceremony, the vows, the way Ramsey had looked at me like I was the most precious thing in his world and the sweetness of the intimacy we shared last night.
I clamped my leg, groaning with satisfaction as the memories flitted into my mind, pooling at my lower abdomen. Lovemaking feels different when you're married.
My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, where our twins were growing safely inside me.
