Rose PoV
I smiled as Saffron shook Anis's rattle. Our baby girl reached her hands out for her rattle, giggling with pure delight. Her laughter was a melody that filled our home with warmth and joy.
My husband smiled slightly, his eyes tender as he watched Anis. "She's so energetic despite her condition," he remarked, his voice filled with wonder.
"Yes, she is," I agreed, stirring the pot on the stove. The aroma of the stew filled the kitchen.
Saffron continued to entertain Anis, his gentle demeanor a stark contrast to the world I left behind when I married him. Here, in our modest home, I had found peace and contentment.
As I finished preparing the meal, I heard a knock on the door. Wiping my hands on a towel, I walked over to answer it, curiosity piqued. When I opened the door, my breath caught in my throat.
