The late afternoon sun filtered into the nursery in long golden streaks, falling across plush toys and half-assembled puzzles. Isabelle sat cross-legged on the soft rug, brushing Amelia’s curls into matching pigtails as her daughter babbled about glitter glue and unicorn dreams.
Sebastian was in the oversized armchair, one leg hanging lazily over the side, Eliott curled against his chest, half-asleep in post-cookie bliss. The house was filled with the gentle scent of cinnamon and sugar, leftover from the nanny’s quiet baking spree earlier in the day.
It was the first time in weeks that everything felt still.
No headlines. No whispers. No clicks of unseen cameras. Just home. Exactly where they needed to be.
Isabelle tucked the final ribbon into Amelia’s hair and kissed the top of her h
