Olivia's POV
Four years later
The sound of giggles filled the living room, followed by the unmistakable crash of something breaking. I didn't even bother turning right away—I'd gotten used to it by now. Life with three boys meant chaos came with the sunrise.
"Alright," I called from the kitchen, setting down the towel. "Who did it this time?"
Silence.
Three identical faces turned toward me—wide-eyed, innocent, and equally suspicious.
I crossed my arms, trying not to laugh. "Don't all stare at me like that. One of you broke something."
The three of them stood in a perfect line, same height, same messy dark hair, same mischievous smile that could melt stone. Even after four years, I still struggled to tell them apart unless I looked closely.
Liam. Leon. Leo.
My little miracles. My little troublemakers.
