Amanda stepped forward, her voice soft. "Let me take these little munchkins. Go spoil Samantha."
Michael's grateful smile flashed as he grabbed the plate of pancakes. "Thanks, Amanda. Nolan and Nicholas, be good for Aunt Amanda, okay?"
Nolan and Nicholas chimed in unison, their big brown eyes sparkling: "Yes, Daddy! We'll be good!"
Amanda chuckled, scooping up the twins. "I've got these two tiny tornados. Go take care of Samantha."
He slipped into the bedroom, quiet as a whisper. Samantha lay motionless, the white duvet draped over her curves.
Michael's gaze lingered, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss across her forehead.
Her lashes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile spread across her face. "Morning," Michael whispered, his voice husky.
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