"Oh, I'm going to have a nephew?" Gwen gasped for what felt like the third time, her eyes wide with disbelief and delight. She clasped her hands dramatically against her chest as though saying it aloud might make it sink in faster.
Adam groaned, dragging a hand over his face, though his lips twitched against a smile. "I can't believe you're asking me again," he muttered, his voice laced with mock annoyance. But the truth was written all over his expression—he was glowing. Even his stoicism couldn't hide how happy he was.
They were back in the mansion now, and Adam still couldn't fully process how the atmosphere of the house had changed. The once-cold walls echoed with laughter, the dining table was crowded, voices overlapped in conversation, and for once, silence had no place here. One text from Sofia had been enough—her friends arrived in an instant, arms full of flowers and little gifts. Tristan, of course, showed up too, teasing Adam mercilessly about "finally becoming soft."
