The house was quieter these days—not in the way that silence echoed, but in the way life had found a rhythm. The twins were growing fast, their once-toddler babble replaced by confident sentences and endless curiosity. Morning routines were now clockwork. Breakfast was a gentle chaos of cereal, waffles, and Isabelle’s soft voice reminding Amelia not to put syrup in her juice, while Sebastian tried to convince Elliott that his superhero cape wasn’t part of the school dress code.
Sebastian poured coffee into Isabelle’s favorite mug and slid it across the counter as she breezed past him, heels clicking softly on the tile. She caught the mug without looking, murmuring a distracted “thanks” as she read a document on her tablet.
“I updated the pitch deck for the toy retail expansion,” she said
