Chapter 68
Ciel
"So, since that day in the kitchen, you haven't kissed since?" I ask casually, leaning against the doorframe as I watch Nolan busy at work.
He's bent over the changing table, focused as always, hands moving with practiced ease as he changes Lanny's diaper. The scent of baby powder lingers in the air, mixing with the salty tang drifting in from the open balcony.
Nolan doesn't look up. "No."
"Hmmmn." I hum, dragging it out just enough to make him twitch.
"What?" He glances up sharply, suspicion etched into every line of his face.
"Nothing, nothing," I reply, the corner of my mouth tugging upward.
He narrows his eyes. "Just say it."
I hold out for a beat longer, just to torture him, then sigh dramatically. "Okay, fine."
His hands are fastening the new diaper into place, neat and secure. He finally lifts Lanny into his arms, cradling him against his shoulder, before turning to face me. "Well?"
"I'm happy to see you like this," I say honestly.
