I bump into Dom’s chest, and his hands catch my hips easily. Zayden plasters himself against my front, and I look between the two, silently asking what I’m expected to do. “Stop looking for direction, babygirl. What Zayden is aggressively trying to show you is that we don’t care. We want you to be happy. Do whatever makes you happy, and we’ll be happy. Just make sure you spend time with both of us, and everyone will be good,” Dom says with an encouraging nod.
