Everything had been going perfectly in their secret world. The affair between Stiles and Derek burned hotter with each passing day—stolen moments in the nursery after the twins were asleep, quickies in the laundry room when Matt was out, and endless teasing texts when he wasn’t. Stiles felt alive for the first time in years, her kind heart blooming under Derek’s affection, not just for her body but for her as a person. The babies, now six months old, were growing chubbier and more adorable by the day—Noah’s giggles could light up a room, and Luca’s cuddles were endless. Their porcelain cheeks were rounder, their tiny rolls squishier, and they looked even more like Stiles with each passing week. Derek doted on them like they were his own, changing diapers with silly faces and reading bedtime stories in his deep, soothing voice. Life was happy, risky, but oh so thrilling.