We're family

In the following days, the domesticity between Tomas and Avalon grew even more natural, a seamless rhythm settling into their lives. Mornings were filled with the soft sound of June's giggles echoing through the house as Tomas made breakfast, his oversized shirt slipping off his shoulder as he moved around the kitchen. Avalon, groggily sitting at the dining table, would watch them, his heart swelling as he sipped his coffee, still not used to how much he enjoyed this new dynamic in his life.

One particular morning, Tomas was preparing breakfast when he glanced over his shoulder at Avalon, who was reading something on his phone. "Avalon, do we need more milk?" Tomas asked, holding a pencil over the grocery list he had started.