The morning sunlight poured through the ship’s windows, glinting off the ocean waves beyond. The soft clatter of silverware and the low hum of conversation filled the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, pastries, and maple syrup.
Nate buttoned the last of his crisp white shirt, rolling his sleeves up to his forearms as he helped the twins get ready. Ryan was wrestling with his shoelaces again, and Kyan was busy trying to sneak an extra stuffed animal into her bag.
“Shoes, not toys, love,” Nate said with a tired smile, kneeling to help Kyan tie her laces.
Alexia appeared a moment later, dressed simply but flawlessly — a soft cream sundress that brushed her knees and cinched at her waist, her damp hair curling slightly from the sea air. She looked calm and put-together,
