Chapter 52 The Quiet Between The Storms

• The rain came softly the next morning, pattering against the windows like a lullaby. Emma woke to the low rumble of thunder and the comforting weight of Lucas’s arm draped around her waist. For a few precious minutes, she stayed still, listening to the gentle storm, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest behind her.
• It was rare—the twins were still asleep.
• She turned slowly in his arms, face to face with the man she loved more deeply than she ever thought possible. His hair was tousled, a soft shadow of stubble along his jaw, and the beginnings of a smile tugged at his mouth, as though even his dreams were content.