EMMA’s POV :

- - - Three Weeks Later - - -

“Good morning, baby girl,”

I woke up to Ian’s hand softly caressing my cheek. I pried my eyes open and saw that it was barely sunrise out on the window.

“What time is it?” I stirred lazily and pulled the duvet up.

“About 6 AM,”

“6 AM?” I gaped. “It’s a Saturday, Ian. Why are you up at 6 AM?”

“Because of this,” he pulled a breakfast tray from behind him and placed it on top of my stomach. There were pancakes, coffee, eggs, and juice. There was also a single red rose and a tiny hourglass on...