Chapter 91 Like Magic

• Aemilio's POV
• The soft hum of the kitchen filled the quiet air, the rhythmic chop of vegetables and the faint sizzle of something simmering on the stove creating a peaceful melody. I stood at the counter, focused, my hands moving with practiced ease, though every motion was still laced with a sense of wonder, a sense of newness. The life that had entered our world was still surreal, and I often caught myself glancing toward the baby monitor, making sure everything was calm with our little girl.
• I smiled to myself as I stirred the pot in front of me, thinking back to those first few days after she was born. The uncertainty, the exhaustion, the joy—every moment had been a whirlwind. But in the chaos of it all, one thing was undeniable: she was ours. Our sweet little miracle. Our Emma.