Elara’s POV
Two years had passed since Lucas’s birth, and our family had settled into a rhythm that felt like a dream I never wanted to wake from. Aurora was five now, a whirlwind of dark curls and endless questions. Lucas, at two, followed her everywhere with his father’s intense stare and a stubborn determination that made Damien laugh every single day. And now, at seven months pregnant with our third child, I moved slower through our villa, one hand supporting the heavy curve of my belly.
The morning sun filtered through the large windows of our bedroom as I stood in front of the mirror again, this time wearing a loose white sundress that draped over my rounded stomach. The baby kicked strongly, and I smiled, rubbing the spot gently.
Damien appeared in the reflection, freshly showere
