The morning sun filtered through the linen curtains, painting golden patterns across the wooden floors of the Oliveira home. Tobi stirred gently beneath the sheets, the soft weight of his wife Emilia curled against his chest, her breathing slow and even. The muffled sounds of early baby coos echoed from the nursery room down the hallway — a familiar symphony that had become the rhythm of their lives over the past few months.
Four babies. Four miracles.
Ava. Luna. Liam. Thiago.
Each one so different, yet each carrying a piece of him and Emilia — pieces of a love that had weathered storms and now stood firm.
Tobi pressed a kiss to Emilia's forehead before slipping out of bed, careful not to wake her. She deserved the rest. She'd been a warrior — in pregnancy, in birth, and in motherhood. Every time he looked at her now, he saw not just the woman he fell in love with, but the mother of his children, the heart of his home.
