บททั้งหมดของ Her Daughter’s Lover: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Sophie’s POVThe first thing I noticed that morning was the warmth.Not heat—warmth. Gentle, golden, soft. The kind of warmth that feels like safety itself. It spilled across the bed sheets, brushed my cheek, and reminded me—quietly, almost shyly—of a truth I still struggled to believe:We were safe now.Not temporarily.Not cautiously.Not moment-by-moment.Safe.Months had passed since that night—since the fear, the shadows, the threat that had fractured something deep inside us. And yet here, wrapped in Lucian’s arm, the world felt… whole again.His breathing was slow, steady against my back. The girls were still asleep down the hall, and the house was wrapped in the soft hush of morning. My father was awake, I knew—he had become a morning person lately, reclaiming small routines as if building a new life, brick by brick.I shifted gently, and Lucian’s arm tightened around my waist.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice low and warm with sleep.“So are you,” I whispered.He hummed—a d

Sophie’s POV I woke up to the faint smell of pine and sunlight warming my face.The cabin was quiet—soft, peaceful, the kind of quiet that only exists in the mountains. No sirens. No cars. No echoes of danger. Just birdsong and the gentle creak of wood settling.Lucian’s arm was draped across my waist, holding me close even in sleep. His breath brushed the back of my neck, steady and warm. For a moment, I didn’t move. I simply let myself feel him—the solidity of him, the warmth, the quiet love that lived in the way he held me without thinking.He murmured something against my shoulder and pulled me closer.I smiled.“You awake?” I whispered.His voice was hoarse with sleep. “Barely.”I turned in his arms, facing him. His eyes cracked open, still heavy, still soft.“Stay,” he whispered.“We have three children. And three grown men who will probably start a war over breakfast.”Lucian sighed, kissing my forehead. “Five minutes.”I let myself melt into him for five minutes more, listeni

Sophie’s POVBy the time the girls woke from their post-hike nap, the sky had dipped into deep indigo, streaked with violet and gold. A cool mountain breeze drifted through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and woodsmoke.Lucian started building a fire pit outside the cabin.Adrian arranged the stones like he was preparing a battlefield.Cassian supervised with the confidence of someone who had no idea what he was doing.My father sat on a nearby log, watching with soft amusement.The girls ran around collecting sticks—mostly too small or too bendy—but Lucian thanked them like they were delivering treasure.Aria thrust a twig at him. “Daddy! This is the BEST one.”Lucian examined it solemnly. “This… this is exceptional craftsmanship.”Arian handed him something similar. “Mine is better.”Lucian nodded thoughtfully. “Yes. Yours is also… very structurally sound.”Arianna delivered a pinecone. “THIS one is a fireball.”Cassian clapped. “I approve of that one.”Adrian took it away imm

Morning came slowly the next day. The mist had lifted from the mountains, leaving everything glistening and fresh, like the earth itself had been scrubbed clean by the rain. I stretched in bed, Lucian’s arm still around me, and for a few blissful moments, I let myself just breathe.Downstairs, I could hear faint noises—laughter, tiny footsteps, and Cassian’s unmistakable voice narrating some new “critical mission.” I smiled softly and let myself linger in the warmth of the bed a little longer.Eventually, reality called. The vacation was almost over. Work, school, responsibilities—they were all waiting. But after the chaos of the cabin, I found myself strangely reluctant to leave. This little mountain retreat had been more than a vacation. It had been a reset, a healing, a way to remember that life could be messy, beautiful, and safe all at once.I finally rolled out of bed and padded quietly to the kitchen. Lucian was already there, coffee in hand, eyes watching the girls who were cu

The morning was crisp, the kind of fall air that hinted at change without fully giving it away. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the floor. I lay in bed a few moments longer, listening to the faint hum of the city waking outside our window. Lucian, as always, was already awake, the steady rise and fall of his chest beside me, calm and unwavering as a rock in the tide of morning chaos.I rolled over and caught his gaze. “Ready for today?” I whispered.He smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’ve been ready since last night,” he murmured, voice low, protective. “But… you?”I took a deep breath. “I’m ready. Nervous, but ready.”He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “We’ll get through it. Together.”Downstairs, the house was already alive. Aria, Arianna, and Arian were each buzzing with excitement—and nerves, though they tried not to show it. Cassian was halfway through building what he called a “morning morale fortress” out of