Oliver's POV
"Well, we've got to go. It was nice meeting you. It's great for Mirelle to have a playmate," Noelle says, rising to his feet with effortless grace.
Victor and I follow suit, watching as he gathers himself. Even heavily pregnant, there's a natural elegance to him that I'll never understand.
"Yeah, for our son too," I reply, offering a polite nod.
I meant it.
It's rare for our boy to have other children to play with, and even if Mirelle is a tiny bit terrifying, I can see how their energy matches. Besides, she's clearly protective over him already—like she's claimed him as hers.
"When you have time, please come and visit," Noelle continues. "We just moved here—or are in the process of moving—for the kids."
There's something warm in his tone, something genuine.
