Orlin PoV
I smiled as we prepared for bed later that night, the sound of the crickets chirping outside our window and the gentle rustling of the sheets as we got ready to turn in. The day had been long and exhausting, but in the best way possible. Spending time with Artemia, our sons, and our families had been a welcome respite from the weight of the world that seemed to constantly bear down on us.
"Hey," Mia said, her voice a soft caress as she crossed the room, her silhouette framed by the moon's ethereal light. She wore her favorite silk pajamas, a loose camisole and shorts that hugged her curves, the pale blue fabric catching the light like a whisper of the sea. Her chestnut hair was mussed from chasing our boys earlier, strands falling loosely around her shoulders. Despite that, she had a soft, content look on her face that made my heart skip a beat.
"Hey, Mia," I murmured, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. "Today was perfect, wasn't it?"
