You return home, arms laden with bags from a long day of Christmas shopping for your twins. Carefully setting the bags by the door, you pause, letting the warmth of home replace the winter chill. The house is quiet, save for the faint sound of breathing coming from the bedroom.

Curious, you follow the soft sounds and peek inside. There they are—your husband and twins, all fast asleep. Ra’s lies reclined against the headboard, a book open but forgotten in his hand, his face relaxed and peaceful. Your twins are sprawled across the bed in pure, unbothered chaos—one’s tiny legs sticking out from under the blanket, the other’s mouth slightly open, a small spot of drool darkening the duvet.

Smiling at the tender scene, you step closer to Ra’s side, brushing a strand of his dark hair back as you lean in to kiss his cheek. He stirs slightly, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, still hazy with sleep.