TERESA'S P.O.V.
After the bath intrusion I had this afternoon, at some point,Lucian must have carried me back to bed. Exhausted from the chaos of the day—and, well, other activities—I crashed hard and slept straight through the afternoon. By the time he woke me for dinner, the evening felt like a hazy dream, fading into the night until it was finally time to crawl back into bed.
The twins were already drifting off to sleep in my arms, their tiny hands curling and uncurling as if dreaming of holding onto something. It was one of those quiet evenings when the world outside didn't exist—just me, Lucian, and our little miracles.
Lucian walked over, his movements as smooth and deliberate as always, even with his blindness. "Hand them over, love. My turn."
