Belle's POV
It has been three days of peace. Three full days without drama, without anyone showing up to stir the waters, without any whispers of trouble. I almost do not believe it myself. It feels strange to wake up each morning and not have my chest tighten in fear of what could go wrong. For the first time in a long time, I wake up to quiet, and it feels like a gift.
Jasper has been softer these past days too. Maybe it is the lack of interruptions. Maybe it is the way the house has felt lighter. He wakes beside me, brushes my hair back, kisses my forehead, and says good morning like it is the easiest thing in the world. I lie there for a few minutes each day, just listening to his breathing, watching the way the light filters into the room, and I tell myself to hold onto these moments.
