Kayden smiled, his hand automatically slipping into Thaddeus's as they stood up together. The heaviness of earlier had faded, replaced with a quiet comfort, the kind that came only from being with each other.
Earlier… the maids downstairs had already heard more than they should.
Downstairs, while the kitchen and living room buzzed with quiet chores, two maids huddled near the staircase, whispering just loud enough to be heard over the clatter of dishes.
"Did you hear that coming from Mr. Thaddeus's room?" one whispered, eyes wide. "How could he… with Kayden? And he's his best friend's son! And a boy, not a girl!"
The other maid clutched her apron, gasping. "I know! I don't understand it at all… it's just wrong, isn't it?"
The first maid waved a finger dramatically. "Wrong? Are you kidding? Have you seen how quiet and obedient Kayden is? That boy's lucky… too lucky, maybe!"
