Cierra's POV
“Hold on, Dominic,” I whispered.
He stopped halfway to the door and turned. “Why should I hold on?”
I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to gather my scattered mind. “Do you… really want to open that door right now?”
He raised a brow. “You can hear my son calling out his girl’s name. Why wouldn’t I open it?”
“Why would he call her name here?” I asked quickly. “What if.... what if he thinks she’s with me? You know… daughter talking to her mom after the wedding.”
Dominic paused, then nodded slowly, as if that excuse made perfect sense.
I walked up to him, resting my hand on his chest to distract him. His breath softened under my touch.
“Do you really want kids disturbing us right now?” I whispered.
He huffed a small laugh. “I just need to tell him she’s not here.”
