Lyra POV

"Mom, what's this?" Milo asks, his hands flying through Lyra's old wooden jewellery box.

The nine-year-old is excitable and energetic, and Lyra is half asleep still.

"What's what?" She asks, covering her yawn with her hand while she leans in the doorway.

Andreas can hear the two of them from the bed and inwardly groans.

If Milo is awake, four-year-old Hallie and one-year-old Parker will follow soon.

"This circle," he says innocently, pulling a small metal ring out of the box.

"That's a ring, sweetheart," Lyra explains, walking over to where he stands.

She wraps an arm around him, pulling him to her and kissing his temple.

"You...