(Author’s POV)
As the warmth of the moment lingered in the air, Aurora turned her head slightly, her eyes finding the Skylar brothers. She gave them a soft, encouraging smile, the kind that spoke volumes without saying a word.
"Now it’s your turn. Come on, wish your papa and make him eat” With a sweet nudge in her voice, she said.
The brothers exchanged glances, hesitation flickering in their eyes. But then, they looked at Aurora again, her smile, her hope, her unwavering belief in this family. That was enough.
Slowly, one by one, they stepped forward. Ian was first. He held out a piece of cake.
"Happy birthday… Dad” His voice is steady but low. Alexander's lips quivered as he accepted it, holding back the storm within.
Asher followed next, a quiet sigh escaping him as he muttered.
