Adrian's POV
I sat at the dining table, a stack of work documents in front of me.
The familiar smell of black coffee lingered in the air, its heat radiating through the mug in my hand. Across the room, Elliot sat on a stool by the kitchen counter, lazily spinning a spoon between his fingers.
His emerald eyes, calm like mine, were half-lidded with boredom.
"You're just going to sit there all day?" I asked, keeping my tone even.
"I'm thinking," he replied without looking up, the spoon clattering onto the counter as he let it drop.
"About what?"
"Stuff," he said, leaning back on the stool.
I exhaled sharply, setting my coffee down. "Did you finish your homework?"
"Maybe," he said, shrugging.
"Maybe isn't an answer," I said, my gaze sharpening.
He groaned dramatically, sliding off the stool. "Fine. Geez, you're so serious all the time, Daddy."