Four Years Later

Nina's POV

Asher was a whirlwind of excitement. His tiny hands gripped the edge of the seat, his wide eyes darting from window to window as the plane began its descent toward Spain.

“Mama, are we there yet?” he asked for the third time in as many minutes, his voice high-pitched with impatience.

I chuckled softly, ruffling his dark hair. “Not yet, baby. We've got a little while longer.”

Jaxon, sitting next to me, gave me a quick glance, his lips curling up in a half-smile. He was already exhausted just by the anticipation of the flight. “This kid's got more energy than the plane's engines combined.”...