I woke to chaos.Elena, now three and a half, was jumping on the bed.“Mama! Papa! Wake up! Baby Thomas is crying!”Ares groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. “It’s your turn.”“I did the midnight feeding.” I shoved him. “Your turn.”He stumbled out of bed, scooping up Elena in one arm while heading to the nursery.I heard him soothing Thomas, our eighteen-month-old son, and smiled.Three children now. Elena, Thomas, and the new baby growing in my belly.Our family was expanding. Thriving.I got up, stretching, and moved to the window.The sun was just rising over the lake, painting everything gold.In the distance, I could see the castle—our castle now. We’d reclaimed it, but we only visited occasionally for official business.This cabin was our real home.Where we were happy. Where we were safe. Where we were us.Ares returned with both children, Thomas on his hip, Elena holding his hand.“Someone wants breakfast,” he announced.We made our way to the kitchen together, the mornin
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