Vera’s POV
I smiled, a warmth blooming in my chest, and slowly laid my head back down on his lap. The way he’d said it—so casually, so boldly—about us having children... it caught me off guard, but in the sweetest way.
Kids?
Twins?
I let out a soft breath, my cheeks still warm from blushing, but I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
Why did it make me so happy?
The idea of being a mother had never seriously crossed my mind before. I had always thought about surviving, about finding peace, about maybe—just maybe—being loved one day. But not this. Not this kind of future.
But now, as I lay there, with his hand gently brushing through my hair, the thought of holding two little ones—his and mine—was beginning to take shape in my heart.
It wasn’t scary. It wasn’t impossible.
It actual
