“My sweet Nuisance,” I whisper, cupping Alina’s cheek and leaning into her for a kiss. Then I crown Zoha with another kiss. “My brave baby.” I embrace them wholly, breathing in the scent of home. “My beautiful, brilliant girls.” When I look at my wife, she’s already sobbing sappy tears. “You’re mine, Alina jaan.” “And you’re mine,” she breathes out, brushing her thumb over my wet cheek.
