The morning sun came through the windows of the nursery, filling the room in a soft golden glow.
Elena sat on the rug with one twin in her lap and the other in a cushioned rocker beside her. Aurora knelt beside her, singing a a very perfectly horrible off-key nursery rhyme that had the babies giggling and clapping their little hands.
Elena chuckled, watching the scene. “Aurora, sweetheart, I don’t think you’re singing the right notes.”
Aurora grinned. “They don’t care. They love my singing.”
The door opened, and Leonardo stepped in. He looked more rested than he had the night before, his shirt crisp, his eyes a little less shadowed.
“Hey,” he said, his voice warm as he crossed the room toward Elena.
“You look a lot better than last night,” she replied with a small smile.
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