–Livana–
Sky and I slip quietly into the kids' room. Soft lights glow—warm, dim, and gentle, like an old lullaby humming through walls. The twins are curled together under their blankets, Logan's camera fixed on them like a quiet guardian.
I lie down with Sky pressed against me. He latches onto me even though my milk is nearly gone. I stroke his hair, fine and soft as silk threads.
Damon appears at the door. Logan pats his shoulder with that mischievous grin.
"We're taking a little break," Logan says before disappearing. The implication makes me laugh under my breath—Jane will murder him, yet she'll still let him hold her tomorrow.
Damon crosses the room and kneels on the small bed. He kisses Sky's head, but Sky pushes his face away with both palms.
"You're a big guy now," Damon mutters darkly, clearly offended. "Feeding from your mom is unacceptable."
