The city glittered below their windows, lights flickering against the dark glass of the penthouse. Somewhere inside, the quiet was broken by the soft sound of thump… thump… thump — followed by high-pitched giggles.

Aurora stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her, her skin warm from the shower. She tilted her head, smiling faintly at the familiar sound. Another thump, another laugh — this time joined by Kylian’s deeper one.

She followed it, the floor cool beneath her bare feet as she moved down the hall. In the living area, the soft golden light from a floor lamp bathed everything in warmth. Kylian was barefoot on the rug, dressed in a black T-shirt and joggers, his curls slightly messy.

Across from him, Ralph stood in his little pajamas, determinedly chasing a small foam ball. “Allez, go on, mon petit,” Kylian laughed as Ralph kicked the ball — or rather, nudged it with his foot before tumbling onto his knees.

Ralph squealed with joy, crawling after it while Kylian crouched to help him up. “That’s it, champion,” he said gently, brushing a hand over his son’s curls. “You’re getting faster every day.”

Aurora leaned quietly against the doorway, watching them. The view outside — Paris glowing below — framed the two of them like something out of a dream. Ralph’s laughter filled the space, and Kylian’s smile was wide and unguarded, the kind that only appeared when he was home.

“Encore?” Kylian asked, pretending to be serious. Ralph clapped his little hands, clearly saying yes in his own way. Aurora couldn’t help but laugh softly, and that’s when Kylian looked up — his eyes immediately finding hers. “Hey,” he said, a slow grin spreading across his face. “You’ve been spying on us?” “Maybe,” she teased, brushing a wet strand of hair off her shoulder. “You two were making a lot of noise.” “Training session,” he said with mock seriousness, picking Ralph up effortlessly. “You know how it is.” Aurora crossed her arms, smiling. “At bedtime?” Kylian chuckled, walking closer. “It’s never too early to start,” he said. She shook her head, but her smile softened when he stopped in front of her. His free hand slid gently around her waist — casual, familiar.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment, calm but full of quiet admiration. “You look gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice low and certain. Aurora smiled, her eyes flicking up to his. “I’m still in a towel.” He shrugged slightly, lips curving into that boyish grin. “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “You always are.”

And with Ralph giggling between them, the city lights reflecting off the windows behind them, the world felt still — soft and golden, just the three of them at peace in their own little universe.