“Yayyy! Grandpa’s staying with us!” Daisy cheered from her seat at the dining table.

Donald smiled down at her, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Yes, he is.”

“Princess, please eat more,” Kieran murmured.

Genesis looked up at him, about to shake her head, when the sound of approaching footsteps silenced the room. Every gaze, including the maids’, shifted toward the doorway as Amelia entered the dining room—smiling, her hand resting protectively on her stomach.

They all stared at her, their expressions mixed.

Genesis looked curious.

Daisy looked annoyed.

Donald looked irritated.

Kieran looked furious.

Even the maids—angels in disguise—seemed intrigued but also on edge.

Amelia reached the table, and Genesis, without...