Four Years Later.

Nina's POV.

Asher was a whirlwind of excitement. His tiny hands gripped the edge of the seat, his wide eyes darting from window to window as the plane began its descent toward Spain.

“Mama, are we there yet?” he asked for the third time in as many minutes.

I chuckled softly, ruffling his dark hair. “Not yet, baby. We've got a little while longer.”

Jaxon, sitting next to me, gave me a quick glance, his lips curling up in a half-smile. He was already exhausted just by ...