"You think I look over thirty?"
Vivian's voice cracked slightly, her smile stiffening.
Billy blinked innocently. "Auntie, are you saying you're already over forty? Wow, you've really taken good care of yourself!"
Vivian froze. Her anger rose straight to her temples—there was nothing that infuriated her more than someone suggesting she looked old.
"Billy, that's enough," Lucas warned.
"I'm not being rude, Daddy. I just came to bring you your coffee." Billy smiled sweetly, turning toward Vivian. "Here you go, Auntie Cooper—please enjoy!"
Vivian forced a polite smile, silently reminding herself he's just a kid, he's just a kid, he's just a kid.
"Lucas," she said after a moment, regaining her composure, "I have to ask—you already have children this grown up? How come I never heard about them before?"
It was the question everyone wanted to know.
Everyone knew Lucas had kids—but no one knew when he and Sophia had started, or how it had all begun.
