Aurora had missed him.
And unlike he’d secretly feared, she hadn’t forgotten him in the month they’d been apart. The adorable six-month-old little girl had crawled over to him, her beautiful brown eyes wide with happiness. Stephano picked her up and sat her on his knee, his hand immediately stroking her curls back.
“You’ve gotten even cuter bebé Bonita. (*pretty baby.)” He cooed to her. Aurora squealed and grabbed Stephano’s face, his whiskey brown eyes lightening up with happiness as she babbled to him.
Watching them, Marisol, Stephano, and Aurora were in the living room about to eat. Sitting down at the table with dinner, Stephano’s head was off its swivel unlike when they’d first arrived. He’d been able to see the marks on the tree as they went past them. But he'd ignored them
