~Evric's POV~
"Daddy is here to hold his baby," I whispered, tightening my embrace.
Zayn kissed my arm in response, the small act enough to make my heart ache with love. Within minutes, his breathing deepened, and he was asleep again.
The rest of the evening was quiet. We had a simple dinner with Zayn's mother, spent time packing our things, and prepared mentally to leave the next morning.
The next morning, prompt and efficient, my driver arrived. He came inside to swiftly pack our bags into the car while Zayn and I shared one last moment with his mother.
She clasped both our hands, her gaze steady and sincere. "Remember everything I've told you two," she said, first locking eyes with me, then with Zayn, her glance carrying quiet meaning.
She then turned to me, lowering her voice slightly. "Evric, I saw the money you sent me. That's far too much, son."
