Raymond's POV

The house was quiet in the way that only came after long days—after baths, stories, feedings, and tiny socks scattered like breadcrumbs on the floor.

Aurora was asleep in her crib, curled like a comma against the soft pink sheets. Naomi was dozing nearby, her hand still resting on the edge of the crib, as if even in sleep, she couldn’t stop protecting our daughter, typical Naomi.

I stood in the doorway, taking it in, I was really happy seeing my family together and ...