Two Faces of a Mate

VANESSA

I covered Fabian's face with another sticker, listening to his delighted giggles fill my bedroom. These precious moments were like oxygen to me—my son's joy the only thing keeping me afloat some days.

"Mom! Not on my nose!" He squirmed, his small hands batting at mine as I placed a glittery star on the tip of his nose.

"But you look so handsome with it," I teased, brushing his hair back. Those eyes—Roman's eyes—stared back at me.

The knock at my door made us both look up. I already knew who it was from the hesitant pattern.

"Come in, Wesley."

The door opened, and Wesley stood there in his typical pressed shirt and slacks, looking every bit the polished Alpha he was. His eyes softened at the sight of Fabian covered in stickers.

"Looks like I'm interrupting an important makeover session," he said, smiling.

Fabian beamed. "Mom's turning me into a constellation!"