Dawn of the Quiet Storm"

The early morning light bled through the cream-colored curtains in the master bedroom of Tobi Oliveira's London home, casting a golden haze on the polished oak floor. A muffled cry pierced the sleepy silence.

Tobi stirred first, his instincts as a father honed by weeks of broken sleep. With a groan that melted into a smile, he rolled out of bed, brushing a hand across Emilia's shoulder as she remained curled under the covers, her hair spilling like caramel over the pillow.

"I've got it," he whispered.

Padding quietly into the nursery, he was greeted by a symphony of need—Ava's soft sobs, Luna's tiny fists waving in the air, Thiago cooing curiously, and Liam already standing in his crib as if ready for a match.

Tobi scooped Ava into his arms, cradling her close. She had Emilia's nose and his eyes—bright and fierce, even when crying. "Easy now, princesa," he murmured, kissing her forehead.