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.

and whispered, “You freshen up first, I’ll handle

grin, he

chaos was a norm for

the baton to others, he preferred to

memories of Olivia’s own

Library

Dylan stepped out.

face, lost in thought as she stared at

heart melted

might never

up two meals – one for

occasion, he even cracked open a bottle of

mirrored the bittersweet vibe between her and

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