Amelia's POV
Last night with Ryan and the children was unexpectedly warm. A glimpse of a life I hadn’t realized I longed for. The triplets have utterly enchanted me. Their laughter is the sweetest melody, their boundless energy both exhausting and endearing.
This morning, I found the motel kitchen silent and untouched, so I filled it with the sizzle of bacon, the rich scent of fresh eggs, and the warmth of pancakes stacked high. When Ryan entered, his startled expression spoke volumes. Didn't his ex Luna ever cook for him? Do they survive on cold cereal and the occasional Omega’s efforts?
After we ate breakfast, it was time for me to go to my grandfather's pack. I am going to miss the triplets, and I wish that I could keep them for myself, but I know that their daddy loves them a lot. H
