Laughter bubbled through the house as everyone moved around the kitchen, chopping, stirring, and preparing food for Thanksgiving. The warm smell of roasted chicken, spices and fresh bread filled every corner, mixing with the occasional giggles of children.
Rose sat in the living room, gently rocking her son, Caleb, in her arms. He squirmed, reaching out with tiny hands to touch everything around him, the edge of the sofa, a pillow, even Rose’s hair. “Oh, Caleb… you’re just like your father,” she said softly, a smile stretching across her face.
Gwen, standing nearby with a mixing bowl in her hands, chuckled. “Exactly like Lucas. Always wanting to explore, always curious about everything.”
From the doorway, a familiar voice called out. “Did I hear my name?”
Lucas entered, holding two lar
