Zara’s POV
Ken stood there in his small pajamas, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and his messy hair stuck out in every direction.
“I heard shouting,” he mumbled so my anger disappeared instantly.
I walked toward him and knelt, forcing a smile on my face. “It’s nothing, sweetheart,” I said gently. “Mom and Dad were just talking.”
Ken looked past me and then his eyes landed on Lucas. “Dad,” he said softly.
Lucas didn’t move for a second and then our son suddenly ran toward him. Lucas caught Ken easily in his arms, and just like that, my son’s small arms wrapped tightly around his father’s neck.
“I thought you left again,” Ken whispered. “You know what, Dad? Uncle Nick treat us to pancakes yesterday!”
Lucas clenched his jaw. “Did he?”
“Yes!”
“Would you like to have pancakes again for b
