–Livana–
The children's adorable chaos was my quiet kind of happiness. Their laughter bounced off the walls like sunlight, warm and careless. My mother, meanwhile, kept herself busy with Laura in the kitchen, preparing lunch for everyone. We made sure Jane had a proper break—she deserved it. I suspected Logan had done something particularly excessive with her the night before.
Watching him now, I understood more clearly. Logan wanted children of his own someday. He was naturally drawn to them—patient, attentive, and strangely gentle. He was especially sweet with Zendaya, who clung to him like a small queen who knew she would always get what she wanted.
"So," I said, closing my book and setting it aside.
"Hm?" Logan looked up. He was crouched on the floor, helping Zendaya arrange the oversized dollhouse he and Damien had built for her first birthday.
"Horsie!" Zendaya clapped excitedly as Logan produced a small horse, perfectly scaled for the four-foot dollhouse.
