Two days later, Diana, Emma and Merlin were seated at the dining table, the atmosphere warm and relaxed in a way that felt natural now, like this was what their lives had always been meant to look like. The plates were filled, the soft clinking of cutlery against ceramic blending with the low hum of conversation. Emma sat comfortably, swinging her legs under the chair as she ate, her face bright with satisfaction. “Mummy, you’re the best cook in the world,” Emma said with full confidence, lifting a spoonful of food into her mouth like she was making an important declaration. Diana smiled, shaking her head lightly. “Don’t talk while eating, sweetheart,” she said gently, though her tone carried more affection than correction. Emma nodded quickly, though her grin didn’t fade. Merlin watched them both quietly, something soft settling in his chest as he leaned back slightly in his chair. Moments like this still surprised him, how easily Diana had blended into his life, how
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