As they pulled up to their home, Vincent glanced over to see Isabella peacefully asleep by his side in the back seat. A sense of déjà vu washed over him, reminiscent of a time he brought her home for the first time.

With a gentle smile, Vincent carefully unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted her delicate form into his arms. The weight of her head resting against his shoulder felt both familiar and comforting as he carried her from the car to the doorstep.

Navigating through the edge, Vincent moved with a tenderness that spoke volumes of genuine care and emotions. Isabella stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but...