Aurora’s P.O.V

The morning sunlight was warm against my skin as I laced Riley’s little sneakers, his excitement bubbling over like a soda can shaken too hard. He could barely stay still, his little hands fidgeting at the hem of his shirt, eyes bright as he whispered again, “Are we really going to see the turtle today, Aurora? For real this time?”

I smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, standing up and brushing off my jeans. “For real this time, baby. Ashton and ...