New Year's Eve.

The house smelled like Elena's cooking - roasted lamb, garlic potatoes, and something sweet in the oven. I stood in front of the mirror in a soft emerald green dress that hugged my body but still felt comfortable. Seven weeks pregnant and I already felt different. Softer. More emotional. More terrified.

I touched my stomach lightly. "Please let tonight be good," I whispered.

Downstairs, the long dining table had been set beautifully. Fairy lights, candles, and a small Christmas tree still glowing in the corner even though it was December 31st. Lucian was already at the table, kicking his legs under his chair. Rafiq stood near the...