Alina’s POV
The day began with the quiet murmur of waves against the shore and the soft light of the morning sun spilling through the windows. I stood on the porch with a cup of tea, watching Leo run barefoot along the sand, his laughter echoing over the water.
The rhythm of his small footsteps, the way he chased after imaginary adventures, reminded me that life could be simple, ordinary, and yet profoundly full.
Sebastian moved through the kitchen, humming softly, arranging plates and slicing fruit with careful precision. The subtleties of his movements had become impossible to ignore.
The way he poured tea just the way Leo liked it, the way he carried pancakes to the table without fanfare, the careful attention to details I had once taken for granted all of it suggested a man learn
