Jace's POV
Something was different about her.
It wasn't anything dramatic. There was no fainting, no sudden revelations. It was just a quiet shift I could feel more than see. The kind of thing only someone who truly knew her would notice.
It started small. Mira had been tired more often, curling up on the couch after breakfast instead of going straight to the bakery. Then came the appetite changes. She, who used to swear by coffee and croissants in the morning, suddenly wanted toast with honey. Sometimes even pickles which was a first. Mira didn't like pickles at all.
The final giveaway came when I found her half-asleep on the couch in the middle of the afternoon, one hand draped over her stomach.
At first, I didn't say anything. I just stood there watching her breathe, chest rising and falling softly, sunlight spilling across her skin. She looked peaceful, the kind of peace I'd been chasing all my life but only ever found in her. I loved seeing her like that.
