And just like that, Evelyn stopped arguing.
A House Filled With More Than Luxury
The estate stood beyond tall iron gates, elegant and expansive, yet carrying an atmosphere that wasn’t entirely peaceful.
Inside, everything was immaculate.
But beneath that perfection, something else lingered.
Tension.
Evelyn was led upstairs, into a softly lit nursery where Vincent stood, sleeves rolled, exhaustion visible despite his composed posture.
Lucas was crying again.
Vincent looked up the moment she entered.
Relief flickered across his face.
“He hasn’t eaten since the plane,” he admitted. “Nothing works.”
Evelyn didn’t hesitate.
She stepped forward, taking the baby gently.
Once again, the crying softened almost instantly.
“He recognizes you,” Vincent said quietly.
Evelyn swallowed.
“He recognizes comfort.”
She glanced toward a nearby room.
“I’ll need privacy.”
Vincent nodded.
“Whatever you need.”
A Week That Changed Their Lives
What began as a simple request turned into something neither of them had planned.
Evelyn agreed to stay for a week.
Just one week.
Long enough to help Lucas stabilize.
Long enough to make sure he could transition.
Days turned into a quiet rhythm.
Every few hours, Evelyn would feed him, hold him, soothe him, while Vincent remained nearby, never intruding, yet never leaving entirely.
Sometimes, late at night, they would speak softly.
“He’s getting stronger,” she said one evening.
Vincent nodded.
