Third Person POV
"Congratulations on your marriage, Farris."
Everline's smile softened as she looked at the large holographic screen hovering in front of her. On the other side of the call, Farris sat surrounded by decorations and laughter, looking every bit like a man freshly married. His grin stretched from ear to ear, so bright it was almost infectious.
"Thank you, Ivy." He laughed warmly. "I'll make sure to pass that along to the others."
His eyes drifted downward toward her stomach.
"And you? How far along are you now?"
Everline instinctively rested a hand over the gentle curve of her belly.
"Seven months," she replied. "Though if you ask me, these twins seem determined to make an early entrance."
Farris chuckled.
"I can't blame them. I'd be excited to meet you too."
She rolled her eyes affectionately.
"Flatterer."
For a few more minutes, they exchanged stories, updates, and harmless teasing. The conversation was comfortable—the kind that only existed between people who had survived enough life together to stop pretending around one another.
Then came a soft knock.
Before Everline could answer, a tiny shadow appeared beside her.
A little girl with dark curls and bright eyes marched confidently into view.
"Hi, Uncle Farris."
Mavis placed both hands on her hips.
"It's lunchtime now, which means Mommy needs to eat. Me and the babies need nutrients."
Her serious expression immediately shattered into a grin.
"You've been talking too much."
Farris burst out laughing.
"My apologies, little flower."
The little girl gasped dramatically.
"It's Mavis, Uncle."
She puffed out her chest.
"Mavis Aoulette Solace."
"Ah, my mistake." Farris pressed a hand to his heart. "Please forgive me, Lady Mavis Aoulette Solace."
Satisfied, Mavis nodded.
"I forgive you."
Everline laughed, unable to help herself.
The little girl then climbed onto the chair beside her mother and carefully placed both hands on Everline's lap.
"Mommy."
Her voice suddenly became gentle.
"Daddies already prepared lunch. You have to eat so you stay healthy." Then she lowered her voice into a whisper.
"And so the babies stay healthy too."
Everline felt her chest tighten.
Four years old.
Only four years old, yet somehow she had already learned how to love so fiercely.
Everline brushed a loose curl away from her daughter's face.
"You're absolutely right, my little nugget." She leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry, Farris. We'll talk again soon."
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Goal: A Normal Life
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