–Livana–
My husband is not particularly skilled at cleaning, yet he leaves no trace of our chaos. That, at least, he has mastered.
I laughed softly as I dried myself with a fresh towel. The scent of clean linen and faint sandalwood lingered in the air. He was changing the sheets now—efficient, focused—since our son would be sleeping with us tonight. He had even placed a small bed topper beside ours, perfectly aligned for Sky.
"Mama!"
A knock. I approached the door and opened it just as Sky burst inside. Damien ensured he entered safely before Sky turned and waved enthusiastically.
"Wav you, Daddy!" he chirped, waving at his uncle.
"Love you too, Skyler!" Damien replied warmly.
I smiled at him before closing the door.
"Wow!" Sky exclaimed, eyes wide as he looked around.
I lifted him and placed him gently on the bed. He crawled immediately to his small topper and flopped down proudly.
"Watch some cartoons, baby."
