Early the next morning, Leon and Rosvisser finished packing up and, before setting off, went to check on their daughters one last time.

Leon quietly opened the bedroom door, and there they were—still sound asleep.

Noa lay on her back, Moon clung to her older sister, and Aurora was gnawing on Moon’s tail. Their sleeping positions were unique, but together, they formed a somewhat harmonious scene.

Leon tiptoed over and gently removed Moon’s little tail from Aurora’s mouth, placing it aside.

Aurora murmured in her sleep, and, finding her hands empty, instinctively reached out, wrapping her small arms around Leon’s wrist instead.

Leon paused, a warm smile spreading across his face.

He carefully loosened her grip, tucking her arms back under the blanket, then softly patted her chubby, peaceful face. This little chatterbox was so calm when she slept.