Chapter 91 Like Magic

Aemilio's POV The soft hum of the kitchen filled the quiet air, the rhythmic chop of vegetables and the faint sizzle of something simmering on the stove creating a peaceful melody. I stood at the counter, focused, my hands moving with practiced ease, though every motion was still laced with a sense of wonder, a sense of newness. The life that had entered our world was still surreal, and I often caught myself glancing toward the baby monitor, making sure everything was calm with our little girl.