ZYRAN’S POV

I stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around my waist. Warm water dripped down my chest as I walked into the walk-in closet to put on a suit. Once I was dressed and my hair looked perfect, I walked down the staircase toward the kitchen, hearing the sounds of my family starting their day.

"Good morning, my wife," I smiled, walking behind Roosevelt and wrapping my arms around her waist. I pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, and she leaned back against me with a happy sigh.

"Good morning, Zyran, your coffee is already poured and sitting on the island," Roosevelt replied, turning...