Spotting Isaac at the door, her face lit up, then quickly turned stern. “Where have you been? Why couldn't I reach you?"

Isaac strolled over, ruffling their son's hair and quipped, “My phone died on me."

Camila fixed him with a stare. "Did you even wash your hands? Mom said there should be no baby cuddles if you didn't. Bacteria and all, you know."

“Forget it. The baby's practically a Johnston. Isaac can cuddle him as he pleases!" Rowena chimed in.

Camila felt totally stuck.

But she decided to drop it.

She was just trying to lighten the mood.

She aimed to fly under the radar with whatever was on her mind.

When Rowena stepped out, she grilled Isaac. “If you weren't out for work, where were you?"

Isaac reached for her. "Come here and give me a hug."

Eyeballing him, Camila demanded, "Answer me first."

Her tone was dead serious.

Isaac chuckled. "What's up? Are you planning to beat me? Oh, and were you talking about me just now?"

“What?"

Camila was utterly lost.

"You said I'm too old?"

He frowned, staring her down.

Caught in his intense gaze, Camila was speechless.

“I was just kidding."

It took a moment for her to grasp Isaac's meaning. She cautiously asked, “Are you mad?"