Talia adjusted Luna's tiny jacket while Zane bounced in his bouncer with his usual squeals of chaos. The soft hum of lullabies played in the background, and her worktable was covered in fabric samples, client sketches, and baby wipes. Just another day of juggling babies and dreams.
From across the living room, Ethan stepped in quietly, carrying two mugs of steaming cocoa. He handed her one with a small smile. "You didn't sleep last night."
Talia raised an eyebrow. "Neither did Luna. So technically, I wasn't given the choice."
He chuckled, watching her gently tuck Luna into the carrier. "I saw the blog article about your designs being featured in that editorial spread."
She smirked, sipping her cocoa. "I didn't know you kept up with fashion blogs."
"I don't. I keep up with you."
Before she could retort, the doorbell rang.
Talia glanced at him, confused. "You expecting anyone?"
He shook his head, already on his way to open the door.
The moment the door swung open, Ethan froze.
