Across the table, Luna Marry gave her son a sharp look. " Must you be so difficult with a child? Eliot is clearly trying to connect. The least you could do is meet him halfway."
Kaius blinked. He'd barely said a full sentence and already his mother had flipped into full-on lecture mode.
She wasn't wrong, though. He did have a mental allergy to this so-called father-son bonding thing.
The kid ate like he'd never seen a spoon before, slouched like the chair owed him money, and treated silence like it was a personal enemy.
Meanwhile, Leo beamed. " Yeah, that's what you get for calling me short."
Lena, ever the picture of polite disapproval, leaned in with a tight-lipped smile and extended her fork. " Eliot, try some chicken. It's really good."
Leo recoiled like she was off
