The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Don't worry, I've got this," Thalassa said, straining to help her pull up the zipper, which was proving to be quite the challenge.

"Have you been indulging a bit too much lately?" Thalassa asked as she gave it her all.

The zipper got stuck halfway up her back, refusing to budge any further.

Clearly, Hertha had put on a bit of weight.

"Ah, well, I might have let myself go a bit after marrying Alaric," Hertha admitted sheepishly.

"It's alright, it still fits," Thalassa reassured her, gripping the fabric on either side of the zipper and with a final yank, the zipper slid into place. "There we go."

"Phew, finally done. Glad it still fits," Hertha sighed in relief, her anxiety melting away.

Hertha, what's taking you guys so long?" a youthful voice

it as her third daughter Elowen's voice. Her nerves sparked to life as she quickly pulled the door open. The moment

were already reaching five feet, while the

her four

eyes, calling out each of their names and rushing forward to

ones had grown so much, almost looking like young

from one to the next, each hug brief but filled with all

and the longer she went without

dad's wedding anniversary. You should be happy, no tears," Elowen consoled her as she

family, but now, she had grown up, not just holding back her own tears but offering solace

you more often," Sophia added,

for them, just as they loved her in return.