Elora nodded as she climbed down from Azriel's arms. She took a deep breath, her voice steady as she prepared herself to introduce Azriel to his son, Asher. With a warm smile, she gestured for Asher to come closer, and the young boy approached cautiously, his eyes fixed on Azriel.
“Come, my love, I want to introduce you to someone important for us,” she said in a trembling voice.
"This is Asher," she began as she looked at Azriel, her voice filled with pride. "He's five and a half years old."
Azriel's eyes softened as he looked down at the little boy with dark hair and green eyes, his heart swelling with emotion at the sight of his son. He reached out a hand, gently ruffling Asher's hair, and the boy looked up at him with wide eyes, surprised at the gesture.
"He hates cucumbers," Elora
