I felt tiny sparks scatter across my stomach like sunshine kisses, making me smile sleepily as I stir from my nap. Everything is soft and warm, like I am wrapped in a blanket made of dreams. I blink open my eyes and instantly realise why—it isn't a blanket. It’s children.
I am sandwiched between a snoring James and a drooling Megan, their tiny arms flop over me like human seatbelts.
Across the room, Caden stands shirtless, arms crossed, wild hair, messy from the beach, that stupidly perfect smirk stretched across his face like he’d just won the lottery.
And honestly? He has. Because he has me.
I reach out for him like a lifeline, and he moves instantly, crouching to gently lift me out of the kids’ death grip like a pro bomb defuser. Once I was gone, they instinctively reached for each
