Mornings like these were the kind I wished I could bottle up and keep forever.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting golden hues over the cozy living room where Damian sat on the floor with Caelum, their laughter filling the air. My heart swelled at the sight—Damian, the mighty warrior, the fierce protector, now reduced to a human jungle gym as Caelum climbed all over him with pure delight.
"You’re supposed to be training our son to be a future leader, not a mountain climber," I teased, leaning against the doorway with a cup of tea in my hands.
Damian looked up at me, his golden eyes dancing with amusement. "Balance is key, Kiera. First, he masters climbing. Next, he conquers the world."
Caelum giggled as Damian flipped him onto his back, the little one shrieking in excitement
