Eleanora

The city buzzed below our penthouse, but inside our home, there was a quiet warmth that no skyscraper could match.

I held the delicate silver moonstone pendant Gannon had given me, the same one he’d worn when we first bonded. Tonight, it felt heavier with meaning.

For weeks, subtle changes had whispered to me, fluttering beneath my skin. Fatigue that couldn’t be explained away, a tenderness, dreams of a future yet unborn.

I had waited for the right moment.

When Gannon returned home late that evening, the tension in his jaw softened as he saw me standing by the window, eyes shining.

“Eleanora,” he said, stepping closer, breath catching...