As his eyes scanned the familiar text, he glanced at a point he had missed. There it was: Amara's birthdate, which was just a month later. "Great," he thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Rowan leaned back in his chair, letting his mind race with ideas and plans. Amara's birthday presented the perfect opportunity to not only celebrate her but also to solidify his intentions and their bond. He had already considered the Bugatti, but now he wanted to go further, to create a day that would remain etched in her memory forever.
At night, Amara lay in her bed, the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains casting a gentle glow across the room. Beside her, Vaughn slept peacefully, his small chest rising and falling with each breath. She watched him, her heart swelling with a
