Olivia's POV
The morning after the proposal felt like waking up in a different world. The golden sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows felt warmer, and for the first time in four years, the air in the house didn't taste like grief. I lay in the center of the massive bed, watching the three men I loved as they slept. Lennox was a wall of muscle to my right, Louis was curled peacefully to my left, and Levi was sprawled across the foot of the bed, his hand still resting possessively on my ankle even in sleep.
I felt the tiny flutter in my stomach—the new life growing inside me. With the Trinity finally whole, I felt strong enough to face anything.
I walked down to the kitchen, expecting the usual morning chaos. Usually, the boys would be chasing each other with wooden spoons, and the twins would be complaining about their hair. Instead, I found Liam sitting alone at the long oak table.
