Evaline:
I watched Kieran sitting across from me in the back seat, holding Lioren up in the air as if our son weighed nothing at all.
Lio squealed with delight, his tiny hands grabbing fistfuls of Kieran's hair while giggling loudly.
Kieran groaned dramatically. "Hey! That's not a toy, little wolf."
Lioren responded by squealing even louder.
The sound melted my heart instantly.
He's already over nine months old. And every time I looked at him, I still found it hard to believe he was real.
His bright golden-green eyes sparkled as he looked between Kieran and me, clearly enjoying the attention he was getting. His tiny feet kicked excitedly while his soft laughter filled the car.
"You are encouraging him," I told Kieran with a smile.
Kieran raised an eyebrow. "Encouraging what?"
"To pull your hair."
Before he could respond, Lioren tugged again.
Hard.
Kieran winced. "Okay, maybe a little encouragement."
Oscar's laughter came from the passenger seat. "You deserve it."
