Chapter Twenty Five: Who's this Odessa? I think I Like Her Already. And A Naked Dinner? What Does That Even Mean?

Ciara's POV

It never occurred to me they had a child together, but through Vulcan's expression, he seemed to be as surprised as I was.

"Son? What son?" he muttered, his forehead creased in confusion.

"Yes, Frederick, our son," she enunciated, her eyes flashing with conviction.

He stammered, "Uhm. What son? I never knew we had a son… together."

"Now that you know, nothing else should matter. I've been keeping him away from you for a long time, but I can't anymore, so here he is."

He shook his head at Ariana and glanced back at me before letting out a chuckle that was full of breath and didn't reach his throat. "You're joking, right? Is this some kind of prank or something? Where's the camera?"

I looked around with him, checking for any potential cameras, but there were none in view, and Ariana's face still bore the same serious expression.

"This is not a joke, Vulcan. Frederick is our son. Your son!" she insisted.