Chapter 50
- Nathan stood in the doorway of the nursery, bathed in the soft glow of dawn. Seattle's skyline sparkled in the first light, but his gaze was fixed on the two tiny cribs inside the room, partially hidden by the pastel curtains.
- His daughters. The thought sent a shiver of wonder through him, as it did every morning. Aria Grace and Isabelle Raine—each just over eight pounds of pure, enchanting life. They had their mother's captivating grey-green eyes and a touch of auburn hair that seemed to dance in the sunlight. These perfect little beings were the embodiment of the miracles they'd carved out of chaos.
- A quiet rustle made Nathan turn. Ava stood in the doorway, wrapped in a silk robe over leggings and one of his old shirts. Her auburn hair was tousled from sleep, yet her eyes sparkled with a contentment that took his breath away every time he saw it.