The café on the corner was quite crowded when Damian, Tamara, and Damian's four children entered. The interior was warm, with the aroma of coffee and sweet cakes wafting from the kitchen. Damian chose a spot in the corner of the room, near the window, so the children could see the outside while enjoying their snacks.

“Who wants hot chocolate? Raise your hand,” Tamara said with a cheerful smile. Immediately, Delya and Alva’s hands shot up high.

“I want the one with marshmallows,” Katty said.

“Alright, my little princess,” Tamara replied, feigning respect, making Damian chuckle.

Olivia sat at the far end, her eyes still quietly watching her father. There...