Amy
Amy opened the door to the nursery and froze for a moment, taking in the scene. Evan was sitting on the soft armchair, cradling baby Zayn in his arms. The little boy was slurping eagerly from the bottle Evan held, and the trainer’s normally intense, controlled demeanor was replaced by a gentle, almost tender expression that made Amy’s chest tighten.
“Uh…” Amy cleared her throat, stepping into the room slowly. “I didn’t expect you… I mean…”
Evan looked up, slightly startled, and then smiled sheepishly. “Amy. I wasn’t expecting you either. Zayn… he was hungry. You didn’t leave enough food, so I thought—”
Amy’s lips pressed into a tight line. “You thought you’d feed him? Evan, this is—” She hesitated, trying to find the words. “This is Kael’s responsibility too. I mean… he’s the fath
