Times flies
Seven Years Later
The Langford estate was alive with laughter, balloons, and the shrill excitement of children. The gardens had been transformed into a wonderland of bright colors, inflatable castles, and a miniature carnival that stretched from the fountain to the rose garden.
Seven years ago, Ares Langford would never have imagined himself standing at the center of such a celebration, responsible for four pairs of small feet, four unique little personalities who called him Daddy with no hesitation, no doubt in their voices.
But here he was, straightening his tie as he looked at the scene, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
It was the quadruplets’ birthday—Kamal, Jamal, Beauty, and Pretty. Seven years old today, yet it felt like they had always been a part of h
