Her Daughter’s Lover
A new chapter in our family was beginning — filled with laughter, love, magic, and, soon, the pitter-patter of tiny feet.
Together. Always.
The car was packed to the brim, the roof practically sagging under the weight of luggage, picnic baskets, and a suspiciously large bag labeled “Cassian’s Emotional Support Kit”. The children — Aria, Arianna, and Arian — were bouncing with excitement in the back seat, arguing over who got the window seat, while Lucian navigated traffic with quiet patience.
Cassian leaned dramatically against the door, muttering, “…I am emotionally unqualified for road trips. Chaos levels are alarmingly high. But invested. And terrified. And also exhilarated.”
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