As soon as Damian closed the door behind him, Rowan opened the photo album.
The moment he turned to the first page, his eyes lit up. It was a picture of Lyra as a baby. Her cheeks round and chubby, her arms layered with baby fat.
His smile stretched all the way to his ears. The tension from the Hales earlier slowly faded.
He flipped through each page one by one. Lyra with pigtails in kindergarten, Lyra crying in another photo.
"Was she really this chubby back then?" he murmured to himself with a quiet laugh.
She had been like a little balloon all the way until middle school.
…
Lyra rolled back and forth on the bed, her heart racing at the thought that the DNA test results would be out tomorrow.
Rowan stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He watched her restless movements.
"Help with my hair," Rowan said with gentle authority, his voice intentionally drawing her attention back to him.
Lyra sat up and pouted, clearly pulled out of her worry.
