Amelia’s POV
“I see someone slowly blending in,” Dominic teases with a smile creased on his face.
I force a word down my throat, staring back at him. And instead, Dominic’s eyes are steady, staring back. Making it so hard in my head to keep calm from shoving a heavy object at his annoyingly perfect, maddening face.
“Whatever game you're on now, I'm not cut out for it!” I say, keeping my voice low so the passersby won't hear.
He raises an eyebrow, smiling into my face. “Games? To visit a public beach? Or give a kid a soccer ball?”
“You know exactly what I mean Dominic.” I snap angrily as I step closer stabbing a finger at his chest. “You don't get to show up just whenever you want. Hand my son a gift, and—”
“Woah woah slow down there girl!” he teases.
“You mean to say our son!” he c
