Vadim PoV
Amelia smiled as she tucked our kids into bed in my sister's old room. The soft glow of the nightlight cast gentle shadows across their sleeping faces, highlighting Tsuna's tousled orange hair and Niconora's peaceful expression. It had been a long day of imaginary battles and real-life cookies, and now, finally, quiet descended upon the house.
I leaned against the doorframe, watching her, a profound sense of peace settling over me. The chaos of our day, the weight of the letters from Amaya and Yukihina, the looming journey to Taahid—it all faded into the background when I saw her like this, a picture of grace and tenderness.
"They're finally out," Amelia whispered, pulling the blanket up to Niconora's chin. She turned, her smile soft and weary but full of affection. "Tsuna even managed to snore a little before he fully conked out."
