Canvas of flavors

AURORA'S POV

As we tiptoed into the nursery, the soft glow of the sun illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance on my sleeping babies. My heart swelled with joy and love as I gazed upon the two tiny bundles swaddled in their cribs, their chests rising and falling rhythmically with each peaceful breath.

Adrian let out a soft gasp, his eyes filled with wonder and adoration. "They're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the hushed room.

I nodded, my own eyes brimming with happiness. "Yes, they are," I replied, my voice filled with awe.

As he looked at the babies before us, I couldn't help but notice different emotions and unspoken questions swirling around him.

"They have your eyes," he remarked, noticing the striking resemblance between I and the babies

I smiled, my gaze fixated on my babies. "I can't believe they're finally here," said, her voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion. "It feels like a dream."

He reached out to place a gentle hand on my shoulder, off