Rose Pov
Saffron and I sat together in our bed, watching Anis sleep. Her little arms and feet would occasionally twitch, as if she were dreaming of swimming with penguins or embarking on some grand adventure. It was a sight that never failed to fill my heart with warmth.
"She looks so peaceful," Saffron whispered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and tenderness. "I wonder what she's dreaming about."
"Probably leading a fleet of penguins through the ocean," I replied softly, a smile tugging at my lips.
Anis began moving her little arms like a cat kneading.
"Think she's dreaming of baking now or of being a kitty?" Saffron asked.
I chuckled, imagining our daughter as a black kitty wearing a chef's hat, surrounded by flour-covered surfaces and colorful frosting. "Maybe a kitty baker."
"So, both?"
I nodded, my smile widening at the thought. "I can imagine her juggling mixing bowls and chasing after little mice that want to steal her treats."
