The clink of silverware echoed gently through the grand dining room, accompanied by soft coos from Luna in her high chair and Zane's enthusiastic babbles that only made Talia smile through bites of roasted salmon.
Ethan, seated across from her, wore a crisp white button-down, sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing slightly as he helped Zane grip his baby spoon. It was strangely domestic. Almost too perfect. And it made Talia suspicious.
"I can't believe he's feeding them gourmet mashed carrots," Mia whispered beside her, leaning in as she nudged Talia's elbow. "Billionaire dad of the year, huh?"
Talia smothered a laugh behind her napkin, "He probably owns the farm the carrots came from."
Across the table, Ethan looked up, catching her eye. And smiled.
It wasn't his usual CEO smirk. It was soft. Real.
She looked away first, cheeks warming.
"Did I do something wrong?" Ethan asked, subtly shifting his attention from the twins to her.
