I step out of the car as the sunlight fades to soft evening tones. Zaire cuts the engine and turns to me with that warm smile that makes my chest settle.
“Home sweet home,” he says, opening the door for me.
I glance at the overflowing car. “Looks like the baby’s room is going to be... perfect.”
Zaire nods, already moving to grab the trunk. “It’ll be taken care of. I’ll have someone help us unpack.”
Inside, Mrs. Thompson is waiting near the door, clipboard in hand. She smiles politely at me. “Good evening, Miss Kyra. Ready to get everything settled?”
I laugh softly. “Yes... though I feel like this might take forever.”
Zaire hands Mrs. Thompson the first of the bags. “Here. Could you start unpacking these in the baby’s room? Everything’s labeled, so it should be simple.”
“Yes, sir,” s
