Kiara's POV
I recoiled.
Not like I shoved him away again.
Just—A small shift backward.
Enough to breathe.
Enough to look at him properly.
"Our son?" I repeated slowly, like maybe if I said it carefully enough he would get the hint.
Caspian didn't blink.
Didn't hesitate.
Didn't look confused.
Which was wild because I was very confused.
He looked… joyous.Confidant as fuck.
Like he'd just said the sky was blue.
"Yes," he said firmly. "Our son,Ki.Our Mat."
I stared at him.Held his gaze.
Searched for a crack.
A smirk.
A joke.
Anything.
Nothing.
"Caspian," I said cautiously, "have you hit your head recently?"
His brows pulled together. "What?"
"I'm just checking. Because I'm about ninety percent sure I would remember pushing a whole person out of my body."
He ignored that.
Actually ignored it.
He stepped closer, hands landing on my shoulders, steady.
