The weather was gradually cooling as late autumn arrived. Leaves fluttered down like lazy butterflies, drifting until they finally blanketed the ground.
The city was steeped in autumn's essence, with clear blue skies and fluffy white clouds. People hurried past, each carrying their own stories. Yet, the story of Eric and Ella had touched countless hearts.
The little buns, Elias and Dorian, were now eight months old. They had begun learning to crawl, much to Lucas's delight. He often marveled at how clever the twins were and how healthy they seemed. At barely nine months old, they were already crawling and rolling across the floor, exploring and searching for their favorite things.
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At sunset, the sky was ablaze with colors, layers of crimson clouds casting a vibrant glow over the sea.
Ella and Eric, each carrying one of the twins, strolled along the flower-lined path in front of their villa.
