It was supposed to be a quiet day.
Talia had planned a mini photo shoot for her upcoming maternity-inspired fashion line, featuring soft pastels, flowy silhouettes, and yes, Luna modeling a mini version of a jumpsuit with glittery butterflies. Ethan had cleared his schedule just to hang out at home with the twins, helping Zane stack blocks and pretending to be the world's most reluctant tea party guest.
Mia, fresh from her trip, was lounging on the couch, tossing commentary from the sidelines like a talk show host.
"You're seriously telling me you got the brooding billionaire to drink pretend strawberry tea with his pinky up?" she whispered to Talia, who was adjusting the lighting for her shoot.
"He did it without blinking," Talia said smugly. "Fatherhood has him wrapped tighter than Luna's sparkly tutu."
Ethan shot them a glare, ruined entirely by the tiara on his head and Zane climbing his back.
It was bliss. Hilarious, sweet, chaotic bliss.
