The night air was crisp as you stepped out of the car, the faint taste of cocktails still lingering on your tongue. A soft ocean breeze brushed against your skin, carrying the scent of salt and home. The warm glow of the villa by the shore welcomed you, its walls adorned with both Rafayel’s Ethereal artistry and the shared paintings you’d both made—little testaments to love and creativity.

As you stepped inside, the sound of laughter echoed through the spacious living room. There, beneath the towering atrium window that framed the moonlit waves, your husband and son were in the middle of their usual antics. Ezriel—bundled in a ridiculously adorable shark pajama onesie same as his Rafayel's pajama—was chasing after his silly father, who had somehow squeezed himself into the tiny electric toy car meant for your child. The grown man drove in lazy circles, teasing his son with playful swerves while Ezriel whined dramatically, tiny fists shaking in frustration.

The moment they noticed you, they immediately sprang into action. Rafayel, ever the menace, steered the little car straight toward you—grinning like a brat as he scooped Ezriel onto his lap mid-drive. By the time they skidded to a dramatic stop at your feet, both were beaming up at you, eyes alight with excitement.

"Mama, come join us~!" Rafayel cooed, extending a hand toward you. Ezriel mirrored the gesture, his little arms stretching out with a giggle.

It was absurd—there was barely enough space for them, let alone you—but Rafayel was already wriggling, trying to make room as if that would solve the problem. The sight of them, squished together in that ridiculous little car, made your heart swell. Silly, childish, and utterly endearing.