Aria's POV - That Evening
He smirked behind his coffee mug. "I only speak the truth."
"Uh huh." I tickled Noah until he squealed. "And what else does Daddy say?"
"That you're beautiful when you smile." Noah giggled, wriggling away. "And that he's lucky you don't hate him anymore."
"Noah" Damien's mug stopped halfway to his mouth.
"What?" Noah looked between us innocently. "You said that this morning, to Mrs Dora"
I bit back a smile. "Did he now?"
"Yes!" Noah bounced on my lap. "He said, 'Mrs. Dora, I'm the luckiest man alive because Aria doesn't completely hate me anymore.'"
Damien set down his mug with deliberate care. The ceramic clicked against the granite counter. "That was a private conversation, buddy."
"But I was right there! You were making coffee and I was eating cookies"
"Which you weren't supposed to have before breakfast," I interjected.
"Mrs. Dora said one cookie wouldn't hurt!" Noah protested.
"Mrs. Dora is fired," Damien said dryly.
