The four adults stood in the sudden quiet, staring at each other. Even the luminescent moss seemed to dim slightly, as if sensing the weight of the conversation ahead.
Baby Nova, still clutching her glowing moon, let out a tiny yawn that somehow created a small shower of silver sparkles. Her eyelids grew heavy as she watched the sparkles drift down like fairy dust, and within moments, she was fast asleep in her magical crib.
The crystals around her pulsed more gently now, their light synchronized with her peaceful breathing.
"She always knows when we need to have serious conversations," Samantha murmured, watching her daughter sleep. "It's like she has a sixth sense for parental stress."
"Or she's just tired from creating magical chaos all day," Kai said fondly, settling onto one of the living wood chairs. The chair seemed to recognize him, its branches shifting slightly to accommodate his frame while tiny flowers bloomed along the armrests.
