The morning sun poured in like melted gold across the glossy floors of the Wolfe penthouse. In the living room, Luna was tucked securely in Ethan's arms, her tiny hands tugging at his collar while Zane snuggled into Talia's lap, giggling at the mess of cereal she'd just spilled on herself.
"Luna," Ethan said with an amused sigh, gently peeling her tiny fingers from his shirt. "Sweetheart, this is not a new teething toy."
Luna gurgled with mischief, letting out a proud, "Da-da!" before snuggling her cheek against his chest.
"She's definitely your daughter," Talia snorted, licking yogurt off her fingers. "Clingy, dramatic, and thinks everything belongs to her."
Zane giggled as if he understood the joke, his tiny arms waving in the air like a backup dancer. Ethan chuckled and leaned back, looking every bit like a man whose heart had been melted and re-stitched by the chaos in his living room.
