Camila’s POV
“What has Zion done to you two?”
Zion appeared through the door, and we both laughed, then Zion Jr. chose that moment to come downstairs and back to the kitchen.
I watched our son walked to his father and stood there waiting. Zion lowered his head to find out son grinning, then he dropped his bag on the counter and picked him up in his arms. “Hey, big boy. How was your day in school today?” He asked and Zion Jr. started to talk.
I smiled as I saw them together.
Zion was wrong; any wall can be broken with some effort, and our son had broken his own, the one he had put up while I was married to him. The one he had right there so much he refused to see me.
“I see you had fun today,” Zion said when our son was done talking, and he nodded.
“Yes, Daddy. Then Aunt Miles sai
