Yuki woke up wrapped in warmth.
When she turned slightly, she finally realized that her arm was trapped beneath Ivan's body, his strong frame holding her tightly from behind. His warm breath brushed against the nape of her neck. Ivan was still asleep, his relaxed face half-buried in Yuki's hair.
For a moment, Yuki remained still.
Then her memory drifted back to the night before—to the moment Ivan had returned earlier than usual, dragging her straight into their bedroom. He hadn't reacted dramatically, hadn't rejected the baby's existence, or said anything extreme. He had only ordered Yuki to undress, stared at her still-flat stomach, and insisted that until the child was born, Yuki belonged to him alone.
They had done many things that night.
But overall, Ivan hadn't shown any rejection toward the baby, and that made Yuki feel both pleased and relieved.
