It had only been a week, but to Vyan, it felt like a quiet metamorphosis—one that crept in gently, with tiny hands and sleepy giggles, sticky fingers and afternoon cuddles. There had been no exaggeration when he'd claimed to be a fast learner with a good memory.
He truly was.
From diaper changes to mid-meltdown negotiations, from mastering bedtime lullabies to knowing exactly how much ketchup Elian liked on his fries—Vyan had graduated with honors from the unspoken academy of childcare. That too, in just a week. And strangely enough, he took pride in it.
Who would've thought? The feared, fire-wielding Grand Duke of Ashstone—now an unofficial professional babysitter, snack distributor, pillow fort architect, and teddy bear repairman.
Iyana would be in for quite the surprise when she met him again. He had once feared he'd make a terrible father. He waa afraid of hurting what he couldn't understand.
