At the airport, as Adrian eagerly hauled our bags toward the exit, I called out, "Hey, slow down! The healer said no rushing—it's bad for your recovery."
He grinned, boyish and carefree. "With you here, I'm gonna heal just fine."
Two days before we left, I finally agreed to the binding ceremony. Adrian's face lit up like a kid on Christmas. "Gotta get home and start planning our big day!"
Helena had a spread of my favorite treats waiting at the villa. "Heard you were coming back, so I whipped these up," she said, beaming. "Snack now—dinner's gonna be all your favorites."
I grabbed a pastry, my eyes widening as I took a bite. "This is amazing!"
Adrian pouted, faking a huff. "Mom, who's your real kid here? Where's my favorite stuff?"
Helena shot him a playful glare. "Oh, hush. Martha's
