Later that evening, the house settles into a comfortable hush. The triplets are finally asleep, their small bodies nestled under colourful blankets, the remnants of their earlier excitement still visible in the way they clutch their new toys.
Yuri stands at the door, peeking in to see the peaceful scene. “They really wore themselves out today,” he remarks, closing the door softly behind him.
Maya nods, a smile lingering on her lips. “They always do that when you're here. It’s nice to see them so happy.”
Yuri walks over to the couch, where he sinks into the plush cushions. “You did a great job with them,” he says, his voice sincere. “They’re amazing kids.”
“Thanks,” Maya replies, her heart fluttering at the compliment.
She heads into the kitchen, preparing two mugs of hot cocoa, the
