As planned, the entire group arrived at the private beach resort in Sardinia. Layla stood before the mirror in their sunlit suite, wearing a soft baby pink bikini dress that accentuated the gentle curve of her growing bump. A white sunhat sat perfectly on her head, the ribbon fluttering slightly with the breeze drifting in from the open balcony.
She placed a hand on her belly, caressing it tenderly. A warmth surged through her as she smiled softly.
"Layla, are you ready?" Lucius called out, stepping into the room, his phone still in hand.
She turned to face him, her smile widening. He was dressed in a breezy white beach shirt and matching shorts, looking effortlessly handsome.
"You look breathtaking," he said, his gaze lingering on her bump. "Especially with that glow."
He walked over, kissed her gently, and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close.
