Morning light filtered through my bedroom window, casting a warm glow across the silk sheets. I stretched lazily, my mind drifting to places it shouldn't go. What would it be like if the triplets actually loved me? If our marriage was real and not this painful charade?
I imagined Kaelen bringing me breakfast in bed, his green eyes soft with affection. Ronan would sit beside me, dropping kisses on my shoulder. Orion would tease us both, but his hand would find mine under the covers.
"Stop it," I muttered, pressing my palms against my closed eyes. These fantasies would only make reality harder.
A gentle knock interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in," I called, pushing myself upright.
Lyra and Elina entered with bright smiles.
"Good morning, Luna," Lyra said, heading to my closet. "We were worried when you had that fever. How are you feeling now?"
"Much better, thank you." I swung my legs over the bed's edge, grateful for their familiar presence.
