I glanced down the table at all the happy faces and turned back to look at my girl. She was still staring at me, her eyes narrowed with concern and a perplexed look on her face. Placing my hand on the back of her head, I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.
"Kayden looks happy," I said by way of distracting attention from myself.
"He is," she admitted, her expression instantly relaxing as she smiled at the mention of her brother. With her comment, Kayden tapped the glass in front of him with a teaspoon and asked for everyone's attention. The chatter at the table died instantly, and Kayden stood, pushing back the wooden chair in the hushed room, fastened the button on his jacket and gave everyone a nervous smile.