Tyler's POV
The morning sun spilled its lazy rays across our cottage, a deceptive calm before the storm. Danielle, lost in the routine of feeding and prepping the twins, was the picture of domestic serenity. Luna and Celeste, the tiny stars in our universe, responded to their mother's care with soft coos and laughter.
But beneath the façade of tranquility, my mind was a storm of turmoil. Damian, that sinister ghost from the past, had managed to weave his way back into our present. The revelation that one of the twins might carry his tainted blood added a layer of complication to the impending reveal ceremony.
Heading to the kitchen, I went through the motions of making coffee and a mundane breakfast. The clattering of dishes and the rich aroma of brewing coffee formed a mechanical backd
