"By the way, let's rest for a while in the gazebo. We've walked enough," Gabriel suggested, his fingers intertwining with Amelie's once more.
They strolled to the white gazebo overlooking the pond and took a seat on the wooden bench. The gentle rustle of leaves mixed with Noah's soft coos as he blinked curiously at the light filtering through the trellis.
"Look at his eyes," Gabriel murmured, brushing his thumb along Noah's cheek. "They're like the vast universe which is endless and beautiful."
Amelie smiled faintly, but her expression shifted. "They're… Not like Alex's," she said.
Gabriel turned to her, brows furrowing. "Why bring him up now?"
"Because…" she hesitated, glancing down at Noah. "I overheard people talking. They were gossiping about Noah's eyes."
Gabriel's jaw tightened. "What? Where? Who dared to associate that name with our son?" His voice dropped, restraining the anger.
