The morning arrived wrapped in a soft hush, mist curling like a sleepy sigh over the hills. Their cozy cottage smelled faintly of pine, old wood, and leftover marshmallows. The trip had come to its gentle end, but the three of them weren’t quite ready to leave the dream behind.

Inside, sleepy rustles echoed—zippers zipping, drawers being checked twice, and Aadhya half-fighting with Ivaan’s scattered socks as she sat on the edge of the bed, folding his tiny sweaters into the open suitcase.