All Yours
Then they led her—not to the playroom, but to their bedroom.
The big bed had been prepared… fresh white sheets turned down invitingly, candles flickering on every surface, casting golden light over the room. Soft instrumental music played—piano and strings, gentle and romantic.
Rose petals scattered across the bed and floor—white and pale pink.
They stood her at the foot of the bed, surrounding her.
Cole spoke first, voice warm and steady.
“Tonight, little one, if you are ready… we want to make you fully ours. In every way.”