"Let him be, love," Julie murmured softly, reaching out to hold Roman's hand.
Her fingers wrapped around his with gentle warmth, trying to calm the tension she could clearly see tightening his jaw.
"You were also laughing," Roman countered, narrowing his eyes at her.
The moment he noticed the way Julie's lips trembled—clearly fighting back another burst of laughter—his brows shot up.
Without a word, Roman stood abruptly from the dining table, his long strides carrying him toward the stairs.
"Roman, wait! Where are you going?" Julie called after him, scrambling to her feet and hurrying behind him before he disappeared down the hall.
Behind them, Denovan let out a small chuckle, turning his head left and right as if he were watching two children chase each other around.
"Kids…" he muttered, a fond smile curling on his lips.
Julie caught up to Roman just as he stepped into their room.
