Maria gently slides the wooden cover aside, letting wisps of steam drift into the cool evening air. Her son, Eli, stands nearby, bouncing with anticipation, clutching a soft towel around his shoulders. The gentle hum of bubbling water and distant birdsong fill the tranquil space.

Maria settles herself on the smooth edge, sighing with relief as warmth envelops her tired muscles. Eli giggles, dipping his toes and then sinking beside her, the bubbles tickling his skin. The air is scented lightly with jasmine from nearby blooms, creating a peaceful cocoon.

"Mom, do you remember last summer when we tried to race each other in the pool?""How could I forget? You beat me by a mile—but I think you gave me a head start,""Maybe this year, you’ll win. Or, maybe we just relax like this instead,"

Maria gazes upward, her face softening as she watches the first star appear. She reaches out, squeezing Eli's hand beneath the water. The gentle rhythm of the jets and the closeness between them create a cocoon of warmth and safety.

"You know, I think these are my favorite nights, just us and the stars,""Me too, Eli. Sometimes the best memories come from the simplest moments," A distant owl calls, the bubbling water glows, and the backyard transforms into a world just for them.

Maria wraps Eli in his towel, her movements slow and tender. Steam rises around them as they step out, cheeks flushed and hearts light. Together, they linger for a final moment, savoring the peace before heading inside, the promise of more quiet nights shining in their smiles.