Kaelen POV
I sit back in my seat in my office and look out the glass window to see my wife sitting in the garden with Alex.
This scene is quite familiar, as this has happened before.
A long time ago.
The very first time I got a peek of her rebellious tattoo.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. She was wearing a loose white shirt. Her hair was in a messy bun. She was helping Alex pick up his crayons.
She bent over. The fabric rode up. I saw the crescent moon on her waist. Dark ink. Small. Delicate.
I was intrigued. Annoyed. Attracted.
I did not want to be any of those things.
The only difference then and now was that back then she was just my son's nanny, single and definitely not pregnant.
Now I am looking at Alex with his stepmother.
Naomi is not his blood. But she is hi
