Zara’s POV

We found ourselves in a buffet-style restaurant, surrounded by people enjoying their breakfast. My son and Lucas sat at a separate table, Lucas wearing a smile that couldn't be wiped off his face. I nudged him, annoyed by his happiness. How could he be so happy after what we had just done? I felt like I was going crazy with embarrassment.

“Stop smiling like that. It's not good to be so happy,” I scolded him, and he pouted like a banished puppy.

This side of him, the one in love with me, was something I never dreamed I would see. The way he reacted to my reprimands, acting...