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~Bella's POV
I stretched lazily under the covers, the sunlight slipping through the curtains and warming my face. For a moment, I stayed still, enjoying the rare quiet, the kind that only came when life felt a little less heavy.
Then I heard the clinking of a cup and Noah's voice echoing faintly from the living room, followed by a laugh.
I blinked, sitting up. He's awake already? I yawned, tying my hair up in a messy bun and padding barefoot to the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt.
As soon as he spotted me, his grin stretched wide across his face like he'd been waiting for the perfect moment.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said, wiggling his brows.
I squinted at him. "Why do you look so smug?"
"Oh, I don't know," he said casually, sipping his drink. "Maybe because my brother-in-law stopped by this morning."
I froze mid-step. "Your what?"
