As Leyla slept, her face flushed a bit rosy, looking so pure and sweet.

Dylan wrapped his arms around Olivia but his eyes were fixed on Leyla.

Everything felt just right, he believed.

In this life, Leyla would likely be their only child.

And strangely, he felt content.

Leyla stirred in his arms, feeling a tad restless.

She turned to him, asking, “How about some food? I’m starving!”

Dylan nodded, smiling.

a light pat and whispered, “You freshen up first, I’ll handle the mess Leyla

a grin, he

was a norm

others, he

memories of Olivia’s

Library

Dylan stepped out.

face, lost in thought as she

melted

figured she might

two meals – one for

occasion, he even cracked open a bottle of

wine, Olivia felt it mirrored the bittersweet vibe between her and

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