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 n