Isabella and Damon had been married for two years, and the greatest result of that love was the little girl she still carried beneath her ribs. Eight months pregnant with their daughter—soon to be named Olivia—her belly wasn’t that big, but it was just enough to make her presence known, and just enough for Isabella to feel every tiny kick growing stronger with each passing week. It was early morning. Soft light filtered into the room while the couple remained tangled in the warmth of their bed, suspended in that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness. Damon was still dozing, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady beside her, while Isabella had already begun to stir.