(Sabrina’s POV)
It's almost midnight when we finally pull up to Sophia's building.
Jake is half-asleep in the backseat, clutching his stuffed dinosaur. Ethan carries him inside, and I follow with my roses, my mind spinning.
Sophia opens the door in her pajamas, looking much better than she did earlier. "How was dinner?"
"Good," I say shortly.
Her eyes flick between me, Ethan carrying my sleeping son, and the roses in my arms. A knowing smile spreads across her face. "Just good?"
"We'll talk later."
I direct Ethan to the guest room, and he lays Jake down gently, even taking off his shoes and pulling the blanket over him. Then he kisses my son's forehead like it's the most natural thing in the world.
And that's when I know I need to have this conversation. Before things go any furthe
