Minutes later, Serenity changed her clothes and went downstairs with Zachary, hand in hand.

Dylan and Grandma May were having breakfast in the dining room. As the couple entered the space, he stopped eating and rose to his feet. “Hi, Serenity.”

“Morning.”

Serenity was used to the respect she got from Zachary’s cousins and brothers. She knew that they respected her because of Zachary.

She gestured for Dylan to sit down.

“Nana,” Serenity greeted.

Grandma May lovingly asked, “Do you feel better today?”

“Same as always. I wonder if things will be better in a month.”

“They will.”

Grandma May looked at Zachary.

Her grandson must feel bad about Serenity’s persistent morning sickness.

“Seren, Zachary got up early and made you breakfast. Thanks to you, I get breakfast too.” Grandma May smiled.

“Don’t make it as though I’m a bad grandson, Nana. We will always cook for you if you ask,” Zachary refuted.

Dylan complained to Serenity, “Look at Zachary. He’s so petty. He d