*Saffron's PoV*
Rose sighed, her breath warm against the crook of my neck, her delicate frame tucked against me as if she was made to fit there. The sound of the waves rolling onto the shore and retreating, the gentle rustling of the palm trees swaying in the evening breeze—it was a tranquil symphony, a perfect backdrop to our private moment.
I let my fingers trace lazy patterns along her back, the smoothness of her skin under my rough, calloused touch. I knew she found comfort in my arms, and the knowledge of that filled me with a warmth that ran deeper than the sun that had soaked into our bones all day. She was my princess and my everything.
Her breathing was slow and steady, her body rising and falling with each breath as if she was dreaming of something sweet. Maybe of our little girl or of more babies. I could imagine it—a home filled with the laughter of children, the patter of tiny feet, the chaos and the love that only a family could bring.
