XARION'S POV
The twins are freshly bathed, their hair still slightly damp, their little faces glowing as they sit at the dining table, digging into the breakfast I had prepared for them.
Well, "prepared" is generous. I heated up some pre-made pancakes, scrambled some eggs, and sliced up some fruit. But they're eating it like it's a five-star meal, so I'll take the win.
"This is so yummy, Daddy!" Makayla chirps, her fork stabbing into a piece of pancake dripping with syrup.
"Yeah!" Maverick agrees, shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "You're a good cook!"
I chuckle, leaning against the counter with my arms crossed, watching them with warmth in my chest. "Thanks, buddy. I try."
They're happy. Comfortable. And they're here with me, in my home, eating breakfast like this is where t
