NICKLASUS'S POV

"Sweetheart," I called, gently tapping Gabriella's shoulder to wake her up. The clock on the nightstand read 9:30 pm, and we were already running late. I had refrained from disturbing her earlier, knowing how much she needed to rest after a long day.

With Estella, our adorable daughter, sleeping peacefully, I quickly prepared a meal for her. I patiently waited for her tiny tummy to digest the food before giving her a bath and dressing her up. Tonight was a special ...