•AURORA’S POV•

2 YEARS LATER

The late afternoon sunlight poured through the wide-open windows. The soft hum of a lullaby played in the background, and I glanced at the crib, where my baby boy, Liam, lay peacefully sleeping. His tiny chest rose and fell with each breath, and I couldn’t help but marvel at him. He had Matteo’s sharp features but my cute emerald eyes. A perfect mix of the two of us.

I leaned back into the armchair, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Life hadn’t been perfect—far from it, actually. But looking back on everything we’d endured and gone past in the past two years, I wouldn’t trade...