CHAPTER 34 – Zara’s POV
We found ourselves in a buffet-style restaurant, surrounded by people enjoying their breakfast. My son and Lucas sat at a separate table, Lucas wearing a smile that couldn't be wiped off his face. I nudged him, annoyed by his happiness. How could he be so happy after what we had just done? I felt like I was going crazy with embarrassment.
“Stop smiling like that. It's not good to be so happy,” I scolded him, and he pouted like a banished puppy.
This side of him, the one in love with me, was something I never dreamed I would see. The way he reacted to my reprimands, acting childishly, showed just how deeply he cared.
He was an open book for me, and I was grateful that this day had finally come.
“Son?” I called out to Enrique, trying to get our son's attention.
