Kamille's POV

The best part was that every single damn time I set my eyes on him, in pain or in joy, all I wanted was for him to be mine and for me to be his. Together with our kids, making one big beautiful family.

Zeke joined me at the table, his gaze lingering on me until I felt uncomfortable. “What?” I asked, trying to break the silence.

“Sorry,” he said, looking away. “I didn’t mean to stare.” He gulped down the alcohol in front of him, and we sat in ...