Chapter : The Spark Beneath Our Skin

The soft morning light filtered in through the nursery windows, casting golden patterns on the wooden floor. I stood quietly at the threshold, watching Leo and Gabriel sleep side by side—arms tangled, curls pressed against each other’s cheeks like they’d known each other their entire lives.

Maybe, in some strange way, they had.

My heart ached with wonder and unease. Every inch of me wanted to believe this was safe, right, pure. But beneath that sweetness lived a buzzing tension I couldn’t shake. Like a wire pulled too tight—one that might snap with the wrong touch.

I turned away, heading toward the study....