The first year of Aurora's life transformed everything.
Lena woke each morning to her daughter's giggles, to Kael's warmth wrapped around her from behind, to Caspian's quiet presence already up and making breakfast. The cabin that had once felt like a temporary shelter, a place to rest between battles, now felt like home. It was filled with baby toys scattered across the fur rug, tiny clothes drying by the fire, the chaos and joy of new life spilling into every corner.
"She is already walking," Mira observed one afternoon, watching Aurora toddle across the cabin floor with determined concentration. Her small legs wobbled, her arms stretched out for balance, but she kept going. "Is that not early? Most children do not walk for months yet."
"Everything about her is early." Lena smiled, he
