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Several weeks passed after the appointment with Dr. Carter, and Avaline’s pregnancy moved steadily into its final stage. Her checkups remained reassuring, the baby continued to grow normally, and there had been no return of the bleeding or complications that had frightened them earlier. Dr. Carter had made one thing clear at every visit: Avaline was doing well, but she was no longer at the stage where she could push through exhaustion and ignore every warning from her body. The hospital bag was packed and kept beside the bedroom door, the nursery was ready, and Gabriella had taken personal responsibility for checking both every morning. Avaline had also reached the point where she could no longer spend entire days at the Family Learning Initiative, so she made the decision herself to hand daily operations to her director while remaining involved in major decisions. She did not feel as though she was stepping away from the work; she felt as though she was finally trusting the people sh

The first morning at home began before sunrise. Aurora woke with a soft cry from the nursery, and Avaline opened her eyes immediately. Before she could get out of bed, Eliam was already sitting up. “I’ve got her,” he whispered. Avaline smiled sleepily. “You don’t even know what she needs.” “Neither do you.” She laughed as he disappeared into the nursery. A few moments later, he returned carrying their daughter carefully against his chest. “I believe your daughter is hungry.” Avaline reached for Aurora, but Eliam sat beside her and let the baby settle between them. They looked down at her in silence, still amazed that the little girl they had spent months waiting for was finally there. Eliam brushed a finger against Aurora’s cheek, and when her tiny hand curled around it, his expression softened. “She has you wrapped around her finger already,” Avaline murmured. “I’ve accepted my fate.”A soft knock came at the bedroom door, followed by Gabriella’s whisper. “Can I come in?” Eliam smile

Five years later, the Blackwood house was louder than Eliam had ever imagined a home could be, and he had never been happier about it. Aurora Elena Blackwood, now five, had inherited her mother’s bright eyes and her father’s stubborn determination, while Gabriella, nine and fiercely proud of being the eldest, had appointed herself the official protector of her little sister. Their disagreements filled the mornings, their laughter travelled through the halls, and their drawings covered a wall that Eliam had once insisted should remain spotless. Avaline called it the family gallery. Eliam called it evidence that he had lost every argument about interior design and somehow won the life he wanted.On a Saturday morning, Eliam stood in the kitchen attempting to make breakfast while Aurora sat on the counter, explaining the rules of a game he had not agreed to play. Gabriella was searching for a missing school project, and Avaline was trying to convince both girls that glitter did not belon