Armani’s POV
I had severely underestimated how exhausting a toddler could be.
Noah was an absolute delight—cheerful, affectionate, and endlessly curious—but he never stopped moving. The boy sprinted everywhere, as if walking was a foreign concept. It hadn’t taken me long to realize just how out of shape I’d become, and I silently vowed to reacquaint myself with the gym.
"Bubbles!" Noah shrieked, slapping the water in the bathtub with all the force his tiny hands could muster. A wave of foam flew straight into my face.
I sputtered, blinking soap from my eyes, while Rena burst into laughter.
"Your uncle didn’t see that one coming, did he?" she teased, grinning down at my soaking-wet expression.
Noah giggled mischievously, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Good one, chap," I said, s
