ATHENA
Five years later…..
"Rayen, not too much water! You're flooding the whole kingdom!" I call out as I dig my toes into the warm sand.
He rolls his eyes in a way that only a nine-year-old who thinks he's the smartest person alive can. “It’s for the moat, Mum. A castle needs a defense system.”
“Obviously,” Alex says beside me, reaching over to smear sunscreen across my shoulder. “He gets his strategy from me.”
“And the attitude,” I mutter, shooting him a look.
A giggle interrupts next to us, two actually, and I glance down to where the twins are crouched by the sandcastle, their little hands covered in wet sand and their faces glowing with excitement.
Four years old and already impossible to keep still.
Asher is trying to carve a tunnel through the base of the castle while Alina carefully arranges seashells on the turrets.
Both of them have blonde hair like spun sunlight and green eyes sharp as emeralds.
Totally miniature versions of their father.
I swear my genes didn't even put up a fight.
“I carried them for nine months,” I grumble playfully, poking Alex in the side. “I went through labor, and all I got was being the emotional support parent. You took all the genes.”
Alex laughs, the sound low and warm, pulling me closer with an arm around my waist. “You gave them your heart. That’s the most important part.”
I try to pretend I’m annoyed, but my smile betrays me. I rest my head on his shoulder, watching our children build a kingdom in the sand like the world has never known pain.
This.
This is the life I never thought I’d have.
Rayen runs up suddenly, tossing himself into the sand beside me and brushing sand off his shorts.
“Mum, guess what?”
“What?”
“We made you queen of the castle.”
“Oh, did you now?”
“Yeah,” Asher yells from the tower. “But Daddy has to be the dragon.”
Alex groans, already rising. “Of course I do.”
The kids squeal as he roars and chases them around the beach, dramatic and over-the-top as always. And I sit here, hand on my heart, watching the man I once hated become the man I can’t imagine my world without.
This right here?
This is our happy ending.
…………
ALEX
The moment I let out my fake dragon roar, chaos erupts.
Rayen grabs a plastic shovel as a sword and starts swinging at the air with all the serious intensity of a warrior knight.
Asher bolts behind the half-built moat, yelling something about lava traps, while Alina, my sweet little angel, starts throwing seashells at me.
Deadly ones.
Apparently.
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