In the night glow, the French restaurant's lighting was warm and soft. From time to time, curious glances were cast toward the table tucked away in the back.
The six little ones were unusually well-behaved, quietly cutting their steaks. Their tiny mouths opened and closed with every bite, so adorably sweet it could melt anyone's heart.
"Mommy, try mine," Charles said, carefully spearing a piece and holding it up respectfully for Sophia.
"Tastes good. But you should eat less, it's hard to digest at night." She gently placed dessert plates in front of the children, her voice tender.
Watching her like that, William's eyes brimmed with affection, as if gazing at his most precious treasure.
"Sophia, what's your plan now?" he asked softly.
