Amara's POV
The moment I opened the apartment door, a small missile launched itself at me.
"Mama!"
I barely had time to set down my handbag by the door before Fabian crashed into my legs, hugging me tightly.
I laughed despite the exhaustion dragging at my body.
"Hey, dinosaur."
He wrapped both arms around my waist. "You are late."
His tone carried the exaggerated disappointment only a five-year-old could manage.
"I'm sorry."
"No, you're not."
I gasped dramatically. "Excuse me?"
"You always say sorry when you're late." He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Then you do it again."
I stared at him. "Have you been taking parenting classes?"
"No."
His grin widened. "I just know you."
My chest squeezed. God, I loved this boy. I crouched and kissed his forehead. "What did you do to
