Only then did Addison notice something she had missed before: Zion had laid a blanket beneath her while she was sleeping. Seeing it still spread out, waiting for her made her chest tighten with a quiet warmth.
"Sit here," Zion said softly, guiding her down onto the blanket. She obeyed without protest, and his lips curved into a contented smile as he opened the bundle and set the food neatly in front of her.
But before she could touch it, Zion reached into his magic bag, pulled out a towel, and dampened it with water. With gentle care, he took Addison's hands in his and wiped them clean one at a time.
Addison watched Zion wipe her hands with meticulous care and felt a small, amused urge to chuckle. He was treating her the way she treated their children. The thought of their two little ones made her heart lurch; suddenly, she was nervous.
She still hadn't told him about the twins; the fact that he was already a father was his right to know.
