Olivia's POV
Four Years Later
"One week, girls!" I said, leaning over the breakfast table with a playful grin. "Your fourth birthday is seven days away. Have you decided what you want this year?"
The twins, Lyra and Lana, erupted into a chaotic chorus of excitement. They had black hair and those piercing sea-blue eyes that still took my breath away every single morning.
"I want a pony! A white one with a pink tail!" Lyra shouted, jumping up on her chair.
"No, a castle!" Lana countered, waving her spoon. "A giant castle with a moat so Leo can't come inside!"
Lennox let out a deep, booming laugh from the head of the table. "A moat, princess? I think Leo might just jump over it."
