*Ashley*
I finally push myself off the bed, the weight of my thoughts still heavy but mixed with a sense of determination. I slip on my robe and head toward the kitchen, drawn by the sounds of clattering dishes and a faint giggle that pulls at my heart.
As I enter the kitchen, I can’t help but smile. There’s Lucas, his hair slightly tousled, standing next to the stove, looking almost helpless as he fumbles with a spatula. And then there’s Alexander, my little whirlwind of energy, perched on a stool, his cheeks smudged with flour, giggling as he tries to help mix something in a bowl.
“Good morning, my little chefs!” I say, trying to make my voice brighten the room.
They both turn to look at me, and I can’t help but laugh at the scene before me. Flour is sprinkled everywhere… on the co
