The walk down to the pond was peaceful, the morning sun filtering through the trees, casting dappled light on the stone pathways. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers. The White House gardens were as grand as ever, maintained to perfection, but at this moment, it wasn't about diplomacy, power, or prestige.
It was just about family.
Maverick, perched securely in Matthew's arms, babbled excitedly as they neared the pond. His little hands flailed toward the water, as if he could reach out and touch the ripples.
Amber carried a small cloth bag filled with breadcrumbs, smiling as she watched her son's enthusiasm. "Looks like someone is excited."
Matthew chuckled, adjusting Maverick on his hip. "I don't even think he knows what he's excited for."
