Aria pov
"We're going to make each other happy," I corrected. "Partners, remember?"
"Partners," he agreed. "Always."
That Evening
After picking up Noah from the house keeper's house—where he'd spent the day learning to bake cookies and had been thoroughly spoiled—we settled into the penthouse for a quiet family evening.
"Mama, why do you look so happy?" Noah asked, his face covered in cookie crumbs.
"Because today was a good day, baby." I pulled him onto my lap carefully. "A really good day."
"Did you win?" He tilted his head, curious.
"Yeah, we won." Damien ruffled his hair. "The bad people can't bother us anymore."
"Good." Noah nodded seriously. "Bad people should leave families alone. That's what Mr. Peterson says."
"Mr. Peterson is very smart." I kissed the top of his head. "Just like you."
"Mama?" Noah looked up at me. "Do I have grandparents? Emma talks about her grandparents a lot."
