The sun filtered softly through the white curtains of the cozy resort cottage, the air filled with the rustling of leaves and the faint chirping of birds. Aadhya blinked awake slowly, the soft weight of comfort anchoring her to the mattress. She tried to stretch—only to realize she was completely trapped.
One tiny, snuggly body lay curled up against her bare chest, warm breath puffing against her skin and little fingers gripping her nightshirt.
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