Christian
The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the suite as I flipped the last pancake onto the plate, setting it down beside the eggs and fruit I had already prepared. The kitchen was quiet, save for the occasional clang of utensils and the soft gurgles of Nova, who sat in his high chair, swinging his tiny feet against the legs of the chair.
“Alright, little man,” I murmured, scooping a small spoonful of mashed banana. “Let’s try this again without getting half of it on me this time.”
Nova giggled, his bright eyes watching me with a mix of curiosity and mischief. I raised a brow at him in warning. “Don’t even think about it.”
Slowly, I brought the spoon to his lips, and to my surprise, he actually swallowed without protest.
“Well, that’s a first,” I muttered, wiping the stray bi
