—The children were talking, eating the plate of bacon and eggs in front of them while arguing about something* *

you were feeding Lia, your youngest daughter, who was babbling softly as she opened her mouth to take another spoonful of food.* *

Alan hummed softly as he fried another batch of eggs and bacon for you, he kept his eyes on the food, sometimes looking at you and the childrens before returning to the food

• *the atmosphere was pleasant, no mess or shouting, just a pleasant moment, if it weren't for one of the children's questions

—" Mama? How did you meet the Pope? "—Júlia murmured, looking at you with curious eyes, while Brian, her other son, nodded, wanting an answer **

oh, shit..how would you explain that? How do you explain to your children that one day you went into the forest, a strange guy fell in love with you, kidnapped you and Stockholm syndrome screamed louder, now you were here, with two six-year-old children and a newborn baby **

Alan gasped at Julia's question, the frying pan slipping from his hands in the process, he quickly turned to you, trying to get confirmation that he had heard right, before swallowing hard and looking away nervously **