–Alyssa–
"Hey, love birds!"
I nearly jolted away from Lore when Caine barged in between us, grinning like he'd just caught something illegal.
"The desserts, remember?" he added.
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, whatever. You should be the one to take those. It's my party."
"Baby girl, it's your party," he teased. "You should serve your guests."
I rolled my eyes again, already exhausted by his logic.
Lore, completely unfazed, began placing the freshly made desserts into fancy clear cups with covers, lining them neatly on the tray like a professional caterer.
"Tata!"
Zayvier waddled toward us with an empty bowl in both hands. My heart instantly melted. He was unbearably adorable.
I bent down to his level. "What would you like, Sir Zay-Zay?"
"Ice cream!" he exclaimed.
"Ice cream?" Caine shrugged. "You're too young for that."
Zay-Zay pouted, lips trembling.
But he's our little boy.
So yes—I spoiled him.
