Third POV
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Alpheus couldn't help but smile as he watched the kids, still half-asleep and curled up on the sofa, completely unaware of his presence.
He couldn't help but feel amused, seeing so much of Rome's face in the two of them—they looked almost identical, yet their personalities couldn't be more different.
Egypt was talkative and lively, while Paris was more reserved and observant, just like Rome. Still, they were both charming in their own ways.
A moment later, he noticed Egypt stealing a glance in his direction—only to quickly look away again. But then, she peeked once more, this time rubbing her eyes as if trying to confirm what she was seeing.
He watched as she nudged Paris, who was lazily slumped over the armrest of the sofa, still half-lost in sleep. Paris barely stirred, shifting just slightly before drifting back into her dreams.
"Uncle Alpheus… are you real?" Egypt asked in a dreamy voice.
Alpheus let out a soft chuckle.
