More cars drove into our driveway just an hour after the sun had set, right on time. Headlights cutting through the dim glow of the garden lights, washing the front yard in soft gold and silver.
With Ravić's hand steady on the small of my back and Lucien practically vibrating in my arms, it as impossible not to be excited. His laughter filled the night air, bright and wild, bouncing against the cool wind.
"He's going to be one hell of a troublemaker when he's older," Ravić said, his gaze softening as he looked down at his son.
"I certainly wonder where he gets that from," I muttered, tugging Lucien's little beanie lower to keep his ears warm. He immediately tried to pull it back up, twisting in my arms, his tiny fingers pointing eagerly toward the cars pulling into the driveway. "Car...car..."
"That's good," I smiled.
