ELENA'S POV
"Give it back!"
"No! You said I could use it first!"
I paused outside the nursery, though calling it a nursery now felt ridiculous. The room had long outgrown pastel mobiles and soft lullabies. The walls were painted in bold colors now, the bookshelves overflowing, the cribs replaced by two proper beds on opposite sides of the room.
And in the center of it all stood my twins, hands on hips, glaring at each other like tiny opposing lawyers.
Aria's dark curls bounced as she crossed her arms. "You promised, Adrian."
Adrian, who had inherited Justin's stubborn jaw and my expressive eyebrows, clutched a small toy spaceship like it was national treasure. "I said maybe."
"You said yes!"
"I said maybe yes!"
I leaned against the doorframe for a moment longer, watching them with a smile tugging at my lips. Five years old, and already negotiating like corporate executives.
"Alright," I said gently.
Two identical heads snapped toward me.
"Mom!"
"He started it!"
