Two years later.
Their son, Eli, toddled across the living room, clutching a stuffed dragon in one hand and a board book in the other.
Liana watched from the floor, smiling softly, her hand resting on her growing belly. Another child, another miracle.
Nathaniel entered the room, sleeves rolled up, hair tousled, a mug in one hand.
"Someone's looking for his dragon trainer," she said, nodding to their son.
Nathaniel swooped down dramatically, scooping Eli into his arms. The boy squealed with laughter.
"Still the most important title I've ever had," Nathaniel said, kissing his son's cheek.
Not CEO.
Not founder.
Just Dad.
Husband.
Home.
Later, as they watched the sunset from the balcony, Liana rested her head on his shoulder.
"Do you ever miss your old life?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"No. Because I didn't know what living really was until I found you."
She smiled, closing her eyes.
And in the soft golden quiet of dusk, surrounded by books, baby laughter, and love that grew slow and steady, they found what so many people spend lifetimes chasing:
Peace.Home.And forever.