Kael's POV
"It's for everyone," Lucian added.
"Even if you didn't say," Rafe already had his portion, after offering Roman one as well, and said, "Rome, we poor children can eat as well. In our childhood days all this was just a dream." He let out an exaggerated sigh.
Roman offered him an agreeing nod. "Precious dream indeed."
"Stop being a drama queen bitches again," Lucian muttered, annoyed at the two. "Get over it already."
"Okay, daddy Lucian," Rafe winked, unfazed. "Don't scare the poor kids."
"Fuck off," Lucian grumbled under his breath, picking up his ice cream and settled in on sofa.
Meanwhile, Eira leaned toward Raven, whispering softly to him, "You can't learn the bad words they say. Alright?"
Raven nodded obediently.
"Good boy."
She didn't even attempt to scold Rafe and Lucian anymore — it was clear she didn't have the energy. Instead, she focused on guiding her son, the only one she cared to correct.
