*Layla*
I was in the nursery, gently rocking Stefano to sleep, when Dante appeared in the doorway. His expression was a mix of excitement and nervousness that immediately piqued my curiosity.
"What's going on?" I whispered, careful not to disturb our now-sleeping son.
Dante's smile widened as he approached, placing a gentle kiss on Stefano's forehead before turning to me. "Pack a bag," he ordered softly. "We're going on a little trip.
I blinked in surprise. "A trip? Dante, we can't just leave. The twins–"
"Will be perfectly fine with your mother," he interrupted, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I've already arranged everything. We leave tomorrow morning."
My mind was reeling. A trip? Away from the twins? It seemed impossible. We hadn't left their side for more than a few hours since they were born. The thought of being away from them for days made my heart clench.
"I don't know, Dante," I began, but he placed a finger gently on my lips.