The morning sun lit up the spacious living room, casting a natural warmth over the clean lines and soft-colored furniture. With guests now filling the space, the house felt fuller, more alive.
Laughter echoed faintly through the hallway, and conversation buzzed from different corners of the home.
Ethan walked past the kitchen, catching glimpses of everyone settling into their own rhythms. It was strange to see how naturally the two families blended.
Aaron and Harold were seated at the long dining table, mid-discussion.
"I swear, the Novan Botanical Garden is still one of the best kept secrets in the city," Aaron said with a smile. "Not just flowers. There are wild herbs, and ancient trees. Great place to stretch the legs."
"Sounds peaceful," Harold replied, his hand resting over his chest unconsciously. "I'd like to see it, if my body agrees."
"You'll be fine," Aaron assured him. "Ethan mentioned you've got a consultation lined up?"
Harold looked surprised. "He did?"
