Jayden's POV
The sound of small feet racing across marble floors reached me before I could even register the voice calling out.
"Daddy!"
Norton's compact frame slammed into my legs with enough force to nearly knock me backward. His tiny arms circled my waist, clinging to me with desperate intensity.
Without hesitation, I swept him up, crushing him against my chest and burying my face in his soft curls. "There's my boy," I whispered, my fingers threading through his hair. His small hands locked around my neck like a lifeline he refused to release.
The click of heels announced Sylvia's approach before I saw her. She glided toward us wearing that practiced smile she'd perfected for public appearances.
