Alina swallowed, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress. Dante felt something tighten in his chest as he watched her, the way she tried not to cry, the way her shoulders drew in just a little.
"I think," Amelia added softly, looking at Dante now, "some names aren't chosen. They arrive when the heart finally understands."
Sable leaned closer to Alina, pressing lightly against her side. "Mom's name is pretty," he said in a small, certain voice.
Lucien nodded once in agreement. "It suits her."
Alina laughed through the tears she could no longer hold back, beckoning them closer before pulling them both into a hug, her heart overflowing with warmth.
After the family time settled, Alina and Dante returned to their rooms. The babies were going to sleep with Dante, while Alina would be staying alone in her room.
