chapter575

“Mom, can we sleep with Dad tonight?” Elowen, with her ever-imaginative mind, popped up with the

idea.

“He’s too big, sweetheart. There’s not enough room,” Thalassa quickly dismissed, rushing to find an

excuse.

What a joke! She had just managed to escape him, and then she was supposed to let him back into the

bed? No, she wouldn’t have gotten any sleep that night if that were the case.

Elowen considered that and agreed. Lysander was indeed too big, and their bed was too small. There

simply wasn’t enough room.

Thalassa, acting as though she was fleeing, quickly took the kids downstairs without even bothering to

take a shower.

She put Elowen and Sophia together in one room and settled them down for the night while Evelyn

took care of Dorian and Atticus in another room.

As Thalassa lulled the children to sleep with stories, she, too, drifted off to dreamland.

In the middle of the night, she didn’t notice the door slowly opening and a tall shadow appearing at the

entrance.

Lysander stepped in. The faint moonlight illuminated his presence. He looked at his sleeping kids and

Thalassa, curled on her side, her face turned towards the children, deep in slumber.

Her face was peaceful, and her sleep seemed serene.

Bending over, Lysander gently took the blanket off Thalassa, tucked the kids in, and then carefully lifted

her, carrying her out of the room.

As the morning sun rose, its intense rays overpowered the moon’s gentle glow illuminating the world.

Birds chirped away outside the window, filling the air with a sense of cheerfulness.

It was another beautiful morning.

Thalassa, still half-asleep, turned over and automatically reached out to hug the little bundle beside her.

Feeling warmth, she drew it closer, her arm tightening around it.

Without opening her eyes, she instinctively kissed the soft cheek of the bundle, only it felt a bit wet and

seemed to be breathing.

Had she just kissed a mouth?

Regardless, they were her beloved children, so all was fine.

She continued to caress the little one’s tummy, checking if they were hungry.

Her hand kept moving over the warm surface.

Oddly, the kids didn’t feel quite as soft today. It felt somewhat firm.

Even the ‘tummy’ she was touching felt hard.

Lysander, who was initially asleep, was awakened by Thalassa’s embrace. He opened his eyes to find

himself being held by her, even receiving a couple of kisses on his lips. Then, her hand started to

wander over his body.

His gaze darkened.

Thalassa, too, realized that the touch of her child felt different today. She groggily opened her eyes,

only to see a handsome face staring back at her.

She stared back for a moment, disbelieving. She closed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself staring into Lysander’s deep eyes that could

engulf her whole.

Her heart skipped a beat, and all sleepiness vanished.

It really was Lysander!

Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched.

“Did you have a good feel?” Lysander’s voice was deep, his gaze fixed on her.

Thalassa held her breath, her gaze drifting downwards. Her hand was inside his shirt, touching his

abs.

Embarrassed, she quickly withdrew her hand, stammering, “I…I didn’t mean to… I thought you were

one of the kids, “The kids are still downstairs, Lysander’s voice was husky.

Thalassa gasped, her face flushed.