Beverly's POV

Back home life settled into rhythms that felt sustainable and real in ways our chaotic early years together never quite managed.

My mornings always started the same way now and the predictability was comforting rather than boring like I once feared it might be.

The twins woke first around six without fail and I would feed both of them while Bruce made coffee downstairs in the kitchen.

Emma appeared in our bed sometime between six and seven demanding cuddles before the day ...