As Serenity stared at Zachary, he bent to whisper by her ear, “Don’t look at me like that, Seren. I won’t be able to resist kissing you.”

“Uncle Zak, what secrets are you sharing with Aunt Ser?” asked the little third-wheeler, neglected by the adults, curiously.

Serenity pushed Zachary lightly. Zachary stood up and looked downward at the little third-wheeler. He patted Sonny’s head resignedly and said, “Sonny, you really are a third wheel.”

“Uncle Zak, my name’s Sonny, not Third Wheel. I’m not a wheel!”

Serenity lifted her nephew with a laugh and walked toward Zachary’s car. As she walked, she smiled and said, “You’re right. Sonny isn’t a third wheel. Your uncle was just teasing you.”

“Why does Uncle Zak keep calling me a third wheel, Aunt Ser? A wheel can spin quickly, but I can’t. Uncle Zak’s talking nonsense.”

Zachary opened the door for Serenity like a gentleman. He said, “Yes. I was talking nonsense. Sonny’s the most serious child who won’t spout nonsense.”

“I’m a good kid