"Buenos días, Alejandro," she said, her voice carrying that particular mix of affection and exasperation that only she could direct at me. "I told you I would return today. You needn't play the housewife."I sighed, but the smile that tugged at my lips was genuine, grounding me back into the world from the dreamscape upstairs. "Vanesa. I thought you were resting.""Rest is for the dead," she replied briskly, though her eyes softened with understanding. "And the living must eat. Sit. Both of you," she added, waving her spoon at Leandro and Ibram, who scrambled to obey with more haste than they ever showed me. "Breakfast is ready.""I'll get Nikolai," I said, already turning toward the doorway, imagining him still tangled in the sheets, perhaps waking confused in the unfamiliar room. "He should eat before—"I stopped mid-sentence.There, framed in the kitchen archway, stood the object of my thoughts, looking impossibly young and disheveled in the too-large silk sleepwear I'd dressed him
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