"Finally, you're home, Karmen," his mother, Norma.
His father, Ramsey, lowered the newspaper he had been reading and fixed his gaze firmly on their son.
"Good morning, Mother. Father," Karmen greeted, pausing before them for a respectful moment.
"Where were you the entire night?" Norma asked.
"At work," Karmen replied. "With Prince Gabriel."
Ramsey arched a brow. "I thought Prince Gabriel had stepped back from his duties, at least for a while, after the arrival of the little one."
"He has," Karmen admitted, "but some matters still require his attention. I'm exhausted, so I'll be going to rest."
"Don't sleep the whole day," Norma reminded him firmly. "Wake up before noon. We're going to Aisha's home."
Karmen sighed, irritation flashing across his face. "Today? Why, Mom? You could have told them we'd come tomorrow."
