Monica's POV
Monday morning started with domestic normalcy. Morris and I dropped Austin at his daycare, where I officially added Morris to the authorized pickup list as Austin's father. The staff's warm smiles barely concealed their curiosity about our family situation.
As we entered Wagner Industries, Morris tugged at my hand, attempting to guide me toward his office.
"Wrong direction," I reminded him gently. "My office is that way."
He groaned dramatically, shutting his eyes. "I completely forgot."
I spotted Jason exiting my office, a telltale grin plastered across his face. "Well, good morning, power couple!" he exclaimed with theatrical enthusiasm. "Hope you don't mind, but I've relocated back to my old desk. I'd rather not be stationed in reception, forced to listen to you two... expressing yourselves."
"Jason!" I gasped, heat rushing to my cheeks.
"Come on, pretty woman. I know exactly what transpires in the president's office."
