Elara’s POV
The years continued to weave their magic around us. Aurora was now seven, a graceful girl with her father’s sharp mind and my curiosity. Lucas, four years old, was a bundle of energy, always building forts and declaring himself the protector of his sisters. Sophia, at two, toddled after everyone with infectious giggles, while our youngest, Elias, had just turned six months. Our villa echoed with constant laughter, footsteps, and the sweet chaos of four children.
I was in the kitchen early one morning, preparing breakfast, when Damien’s arms wrapped around me from behind. His large hands settled on my hips, pulling me back against his solid chest. “Morning, my love,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. “You were incredible last night.”
Heat flushed my cheeks. Last night had be
