Rena’s POV
This is a disaster waiting to happen.
But arguing with Armani would be pointless, so here I am—standing at the top of the grand estate steps, watching Lord Xavier and Lauren drive away, while Armani holds a squirming, rapidly deteriorating toddler in his arms.
Noah’s chubby little fingers clutch at Armani’s collar, his big brown eyes wide with confusion as he watches his parents disappear down the winding drive. His lip wobbles. His breathing hitches. A storm is brewing.
Armani, oblivious to the impending meltdown, grins down at him. “Are you excited for a fun weekend with Uncle Caca?” he coos, bouncing Noah playfully. “We’re going to have all sorts of adventures, aren’t we?”
Noah does not look excited.
If anything, he looks like he’s about to explode. His brows knit toget
