At two in the morning, Little Bean began squirming and fussing, his tiny mouth opening and closing in search of milk.
Seraphina blinked awake groggily and reached out to the empty space beside her.
The sheets were cold.
She froze, suddenly wide awake, and turned to look at Lucian's side of the bed.
The comforter was folded back, and a faint indentation remained on the pillow, but he was gone.
"Lucian?"
She called out in a low voice, but the only response was Little Bean's increasingly urgent whimpers.
Seraphina sat up, gathered her son into her arms, and unbuttoned her pajama top to nurse him, keeping her ears pricked for any sound outside.
Faintly, a man's voice drifted in from the balcony. It was hushed, as though the speaker was trying desperately not to wake them.
Little Bean, fully awake now, darted his eyes around as his thoughts broadcasted to her: *Mommy, Daddy is on the phone outside.*
Seraphina didn't respond. She stood up as quietly as she could.
Cradling Little Bean with one arm, she walked barefoot across the wooden floor toward the balcony.
As she crept closer, Lucian's voice grew clearer.
His tone carried a gentleness she had never heard before. "Yeah, I know. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
He paused, then added, "Trust me."
Those two simple words were spoken with impossible tenderness.
As Little Bean nursed, his eyes widened in surprise. *Mommy, who is Daddy talking to? He sounds so sweet. It has to be a woman.*
Seraphina's footsteps faltered.
*Could it be... Daddy already found someone else?*
"Be a good boy and keep quiet," Seraphina muttered under her breath.
Little Bean mentally pouted. *I didn't even open my mouth.*
Taking a deep breath, Seraphina clutched her baby tighter and continued forward, treading as softly as she could.
He looked down at Little Bean. "Waking your mommy up this late."
He then looked back at Seraphina. "I'll have Christian keep an eye on it tomorrow. It won't happen again."
"Does a business call require you to speak that gently?" Seraphina teased, masking her suspicion.
Lucian raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely amused. "What tone?"
"You sounded so gentle." Seraphina held his gaze. "More gentle than when you talk to me."
Lucian let out a soft laugh. "The lead on their end is a stubborn professor in his fifties with a massive ego. If I don't coddle him a bit, nothing will get done."
He freed one hand to guide her back inside. "It's late, and the wind is freezing. Let's get you two back inside before you catch a cold."
Seraphina let him lead her away, her lips parting as if she wanted to press the issue.
But seeing Little Bean already dozing off against Lucian's chest, she swallowed her words.
Back in the bedroom, Lucian carefully placed Little Bean into his crib, tucked him in, and then climbed back into bed, naturally pulling Seraphina into his embrace.

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