Meanwhile, back to Anaya and Rhys ~
The two had just finished an intimate session, now wrapped in each other's arms beneath a soft, warm blanket. Their bodies were still entangled, their breaths slow and steady, filled with the kind of peace only love could offer.
"We better go out soon before Kisha starts complaining," Rhys said with a light chuckle, brushing a kiss against Anaya's forehead. "She's been the one working since morning. If we stay too long in here, she'll definitely come knocking."
Anaya pouted, her eyes narrowing as she tightened her hold around Rhys's waist. "Does that mean I can't spend a little more time with my husband?" she murmured, her voice tinged with playful irritation. "Our twins want their father with them, you know."
