Chapter 60 Quiet Thunder

• The sun rose slowly over the neighborhood, casting a soft golden glow across the windows of the master bedroom. Emma stirred first, blinking at the quiet hush in the house. For once, the twins hadn’t woken before dawn. A rare, golden moment of stillness.
• Lucas shifted beside her, his arm still tucked around her waist, the weight of it familiar and warm. She smiled to herself and turned to face him. He was awake, watching her with that look he often reserved for moments like this—intimate, unrushed, like she was the only thing that existed.
• “Morning,” he said, voice thick with sleep.