Our Kids, Our Home.

Zayan sat quietly in the dim light of the nursery, cradling his newborn son. The baby was so small, his tiny fingers curling instinctively around Zayan's thumb. He stared down at him with gentle wonder, still stunned by the miracle of it all.

Behind him, two pairs of little footsteps wobbled across the floor—Lysander and Seraphina.

"Dada… bubu!" Seraphina called softly, her eyes lighting up when she saw the baby.

Zayan chuckled as he gently lowered the newborn onto their laps. Seraphina gaped at the baby, her small hands touching his soft cheeks in awe.

"Bubu…" she whispered again, turning to Lysander with wide eyes.

Then, with the innocence only a child could hold, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on her baby brother's forehead. Lysander touched the baby's head curiously and then leaned his tiny shoulder against Seraphina's.

Zayan watched them, heart full, and smiled.

"Three," he murmured to himself. "We really have three now."

The next morning, the soft light of dawn spilled into the bedroom. Nora stirred slowly from her deep, healing sleep. She reached instinctively for her stomach, now empty, but smiled with warmth as she realized what that meant.

Beside her, Lysander sat with his little legs crossed, flipping through his baby book, his lips quietly sounding out letters.

"L… l… Lysander…" Nora murmured, brushing her fingers along his soft hair.

Lysander turned his head, his eyes wide. "Mama…" he whispered, then leaned in and kissed her nose. Nora giggled, her eyes glistening.

Lysander rolled gently off the bed and toddled toward the hallway.

Zayan, standing just outside the room with their newborn son in one arm, looked down as Lysander tugged at his pants.

"Dada! Mama up! Up up!" he insisted, pointing toward the room.

Zayan grinned and lifted him up with one hand. As they entered, Seraphina was already at Nora's side, babbling excitedly and touching her face.

"Really, baby? You cried for Mama?" Nora said softly, smiling despite her tired eyes.

"Mhmhm!" Seraphina nodded with great energy, still gently patting Nora's cheeks.

Zayan walked in and sat beside them on the bed, placing Lysander next to Seraphina.

"Hey baby," he said, brushing a strand of hair from Nora's face. She smiled up at him.

"Z…" she whispered, her fingers lacing through his arm. "Look at our boy… we now have three babies."

Zayan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Our kids," he echoed. "Our world."

Nora giggled softly. "Our kids…" she repeated, her voice drifting like a prayer.

Zayan placed the newborn gently beside her. She traced the baby's cheek with her finger, her eyes shining.

Later that day, Zayan called his mother.

"It's another baby boy, Mom," he said over the phone.

A high-pitched squeal of joy erupted from the speaker. "Another grandson?!" she shouted, and Aveline's scream could be heard in the background too.

Meanwhile, at the company, things weren't all peace and quiet.

Desmon and Meira collided in the hallway.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, jeez!" Meira snapped sharply, glaring up at him.

Desmon blinked—then blinked again. Something in her fiery eyes caught him off guard. Without thinking, he reached out and pulled her in. Before she could argue, his lips were on hers—slow, deep, reckless.

Meira froze, eyes wide, before her body slowly melted into his.

He pulled back, holding her face gently.

"Hmm… pretty. Very pretty," he said, smiling smugly before walking away.

She stood there, stunned.

"Did he just… kiss me?" she whispered, touching her lips.

That evening, Azara and Rose visited Nora.

"Hi, Mama Nora!" Rose chirped happily, climbing onto the bed beside her.

"Hi… Rosiee…" Nora replied drowsily, her eyes fluttering. Within seconds, she was asleep again, her body still recovering.

The next day, Zayan finished up his work and gathered the entire family. It was time to go home.

They boarded the private jet together—Nora, still sleeping peacefully; the twins snuggled close to her. The newborn lay swaddled beside her, a soft coo rising now and then. Rhea's family was flying back to London as well.

In the jet's quiet cabin, Zayan changed the kids' clothes carefully. Seraphina, book in hand, sat between her baby brother and Lysander.

She opened the book dramatically.

"Blah blah blah… the end!" she declared proudly.

Then she leaned forward and kissed Zayan on the cheek, then Lysander, and then the baby.

"Nighty nighty, Mama…" she said sweetly, curling up in Zayan's arms.

Zayan smiled as he ran his fingers through her soft curls. One by one, his children fell asleep around him.

He looked over at Nora—peaceful and glowing even in her sleep.

And as the plane soared through the clouds, Zayan finally closed his eyes, peace settling deep into his soul.

They had everything now.

Their kids.

Their love.

Their home.