"Carlos said that!?" Amelie asked, her eyes widening as Gabriel recounted the conversation.
"Hmm. He’ll lead the witches and sorcerers," Gabriel confirmed. "It’s good that he is finally hearing his heart’s calling. Sometimes it’s important to embrace the fear that scares us the most. Because that fear eventually becomes our strength."
He reached out, his large hand incredibly gentle as he brushed a thumb over Noah’s soft cheek. The boy was fast asleep in the middle of the vast mattress, his small arms thrown up over his head in total, trusting surrender.
"If Carlos has truly made up his mind, I’ll only support him," Amelie replied, her expression softening. She lowered her hairbrush onto the vanity.
Rising from the chair, she turned and switched off the main lights, leaving only the amber glow of a single lamp in the room.
She walked over to the bed, sliding in on the opposite side of Noah. Reaching for the edge of the duvet, she pulled it up to cover their son, while Gabriel mirrored her movement from his side, tucking the duvet around the toddler’s small frame.
"Noah’s checkup is on Monday, along with yours," Gabriel stated. "In a few more months, he’ll be walking on his own two feet, speaking more clearly to us."
"You’re right. His teeth have also started to come out," Amelie noted, her hand moving to stroke Noah’s small head.
"Noah will soon be going to school," Gabriel murmured, his eyes fixed on his son as if he were already imagining the boy growing into a young prince.
"That still has time," Amelie reminded him with a soft, grounding smile. "Let’s just enjoy him being this small for a little while longer. Once we get back to San Ravendale, the years are going to fly by."
Gabriel propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her in the amber glow of the lamp before suddenly leaning over to plant a kiss on the top of her head.
"What was that?" she mused.
"A goodnight kiss," Gabriel answered, taking a deep breath of the scent of her hair. He settled back onto his pillow, closing his eyes as the weight of the day finally began to lift. "Amelie... I love all of this."
She smiled as she shut her own eyes. "Me too," she admitted.
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Juniper rubbed her eyes as she set her computer glasses aside. She had spent the last few hours meticulously refining the report due in the morning.
After one final, thorough check, she clicked save and shut down her laptop for the night.
As she climbed into bed, however, the silence allowed her thoughts to drift back to Dominick.
His words echoed in her mind with painful clarity—the mention of a second-chance mate and the fact that he had truly moved on.
The realization hit her for the umpteenth time: she was a closed Chapter in his life, a part of a past he had no intention of revisiting.
She tossed and turned, the soft sheets feeling restless against her skin as she tried to reconcile the woman she was becoming with the life she had left behind. It took a long time for her mind to quiet, but eventually, exhaustion won out, and sleep finally took over.

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