"Luna? Can I take this call? It's urgent," Philip said, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.
Charlotte nodded, and he caught the gesture before stepping out of the car. "Sorry, baby," he added under his breath as he answered the call.
Charlotte pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile. That tone… it had to be his mate or girlfriend. The way he sounded, all tense and hurried, gave him away completely.
She picked up her phone and dialed Gérard. He answered on the third ring.
"Maurice isn't giving you trouble, is he?" she asked softly.
"Baby, he just pooped," Gérard replied, his voice slightly strained. "I cleaned him up, we both had a bath, and now I'm dressing him."
She could practically picture it him balancing the phone between his shoulder and ear, trying to manage their squirming son.
"Champ, stay still," he muttered in the background, and Charlotte couldn't help but laugh.
She loved this side of him.
