(Allison's POV)
I was in the kitchen, busy preparing lunch for Liam, when the doorbell rang. It was Sunday-a day I could spend quality time with my son before diving back into the chaos of work on Monday. Wiping my hands on my apron, I removed it, draped it over a chair, and headed to answer the door.
It was Scott.
He stood on my porch, his arms laden with brightly colored gift bags. I furrowed my brows in confusion, my gaze flitting between him and the mountain of toys he carried.
"Hi, Allie," he greeted, flashing his signature smile that showcased those infuriatingly perfect dimples. His dark brown hair fell loosely over his forehead, giving him an almost boyish charm. Despite the years, he looked ageless, like a vampire forever trapped in his prime.
"Allie?" he repeated, pulling me
