The golden morning light poured through the trees, casting a warm glow over the secluded royal estate. The scent of pine and fresh earth filled the air, blending with the distant chirping of birds. The world beyond the forest seemed far awayβnothing but the quiet peace of home surrounded you.
From the grand wooden balcony, you watched your twin baby boys in the courtyard below, their chubby hands reaching for each other as they tumbled on a thick, embroidered blanket. Their golden curls bounced with every movement, their laughter soft and pure, filling the morning with warmth.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and your husband rested his chin on your shoulder. "They're happiest when theyβre together," he murmured, his deep voice laced with quiet affection.
"They're happiest when theyβre with me," you corrected softly, a knowing smile playing on your lips.
He chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "Thatβs true."
As if on cue, one of the boys suddenly turned, his bright eyes scanning the space until they landed on you. His face lit up, and in a burst of excited babbling, he reached his little arms toward you.
βMa! Mm-ma!β he gurgled, his chubby fingers grasping at the air. His brother wasnβt far behind, wiggling eagerly as he echoed, βMmm! Ba-ba-ma!β