TERESA'S P.O.V.
Lucian was grinning like a two-year-old about to pull off the prank of the century. His hands rested on his massive oak desk, but his fingers twitched with excitement. I leaned against the office doorframe, watching him with an amused smirk as our children Mai and Ollie, raced around the room, shrieking and giggling as if they were in a playground.
"You're going to burst if you keep holding it in," I teased, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I'm not holding anything in," he replied, the corner of his lips twitching as though he were fighting a losing battle against his grin.
"Lucian Blackwood," I said, stepping closer and lowering my voice conspiratorially. "If you smile any wider, you'll scare Rylan right back out of this office."
He tilted his head in my direction, the grin refusing to budge. "Let him be scared. He deserves it for calling me an 'old man' last week, all because I asked for his opinion on how to propose."
