Silvia
I pulled back from Sherman's kiss, suddenly aware of our son's wide-eyed stare.
Even though Orion was just a baby, there was something weirdly uncomfortable about making out while he watched us with those innocent blue eyes.
"Jesus," I muttered, feeling my face flush. "He's looking right at us."
Sherman glanced down at Orion, who was still firmly attached to my breast, tiny fist planted possessively on my skin.
His lips quirked into that half-smile I found irresistible.
"He's too small, little wolf. He has no idea what he's seeing."
"Still feels weird," I insisted, gently detaching Orion. "Let me put him down first."
Sherman stepped back, giving me space as I lifted our son.
The way he watched us—like we were his entire world.
I carried Orion to his b
