Upstairs, Viktor moved quietly through the hallway, the carpet muffling his steps. He pushed open the door to the kids' room. The space was warm and inviting, with toy cars scattered on the floor and posters of superheroes on the walls.
The twins were asleep in their bunk beds, their small chests rising and falling in rhythm. One had kicked off his blanket, exposing his pyjama-clad legs to the chill in the air. Viktor stepped over, adjusting the duvet carefully, tucking it around them snugly. It was cold outside, the winter wind whistling faintly against the window. He flipped on the heater in the corner, setting it to a low hum that would keep the room cosy without waking them. Watching them for a moment, he felt a rare sense of peace amid the chaos of his life.
"Sleep tight, little ones," he murmured softly before slipping out and closing the door.
