Chapter 35
Damon:
The room was quieter than I expected. No tension. No bitterness. Just the soft, rhythmic sound of Isla’s breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric as Sienna shifted slightly, adjusting her hold on our daughter..
I would have expected the nurses to come back, but I was surprised when neither one of them did. It was as if they were giving us ous privacy and they had to admit. For a few moments I found myself appreciating that.
I sat back, watching them, my arms resting on my thighs as I tried to process everything.
It was very peaceful, the day and the way things went, everything about it was very peaceful
Sienna was tracing gentle circles over Isla’s cheek, her touch featherlight, her expression softer than I had ever seen. There was something about the way she looked at our daughter, like she was her entire world, like nothing else existed. Something inside me stirred and I didn’t know what it was, but either way, I knew that there was not a feeling that I liked.
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to look away.
The familiarity of this scene, of her, of us, unnerved me.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not after everything. Not after the long period of time that the two of us have been away from one another.
Sienna had been a mistake. A fleeting indulgence I had allowed myself once. Yet, as I sat there, watching her hold the one thing that tied us together forever, I found myself questioning that belief.
“You’re staring,” Sienna murmured, not looking up. “And you are lost in thoughts.”
I blinked, realizing I had been caught. “No, I’m not.”
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You are.”
“You speak as if you know me too well.” I said and just looked upon me, raising an eyebrow.
“I believe that I’m the only person who might know you well enough, who might know who you are hidden under the shade and under the cover of being an alpha. But we don’t talk about that, do we?” She asked sarcastically. I looked at her, blinking twice as I was surprised by her answer. And I realized all too quickly that she was waiting for an answer.
I scoffed but didn’t argue. Instead, I shifted in my seat, leaning back against the headboard. “She looks like you.”
Sienna finally glanced up, amusement flickering in her tired eyes. “You think so? They say that a girl has many faces when it comes to changing. Especially in the early stages when they grow up.”
“I’m sure that she’s going to be growing older and changing, but I believe that she’s going to look a lot like
e you.” I nodded, my gaze drifting back to Isla’s delicate features. “She’s got your nose. And your stubborn little frown. The same frown that’s going to
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drive me crazy once I see her growing older or when she hits her early teens.”
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Sienna smiled, running her fingers through Isla’s fine, dark hair. “She has your eyes, though. I’m sure that she’s not going to bother you so much. She’s not going to give you a hard time. And even if she does, it’s not like you didn’t give the alpha and Luna
a hard time before.”
I tensed at that. It was true, I had to fight back laughing at her statement. But deep down, I was lost in something else. She did indeed have my eyes. The same deep green that reflected back at me in the mirror every day now belonged to the small, fragile
creature in her arms
It did something to me. Something I wasn’t sure I liked.
We fell into a comfortable silence after that, neither of us willing to break the moment. It was… nice, in a way I couldn’t quite
place.
Sienna yawned, shifting again, her exhaustion evident. And I knew that she’s been doing it for a while now. She needed to rest.
She had to allow her body, the break for her to be able to stand strong.
“You should rest,” I said, standing before I could think better of it. “Your body needs to recover still and you’re still going
through postpartum.”
“I didn’t really expect you to care about me going through postpartum.” She blinked up at me, surprised by my sudden
movement
“You need to rest, Sienna.” I said, taking a step towards her.
“I’m fine.”
Larched a brow. “Liar.”
Sienna rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.
I reached for Isla, carefully taking her from Sienna’s arms. She stiffened at first, but when she saw how gently I cradled her, she
relaxed.
“I’ll put her back in the crib,” I said, my voice lower than before. “She doesn’t need to go back to the incubator, she can sleep by
her side and if anyone asks, she’s here by her mother. There are nurses everywhere anyway and they’re going to be able to take
care of her. We just need to find a proper maid for her, one that we can trust when you want to tal
care of your own things.”
“You know that I don’t need a maid around. I can take care of my daughter myself.” She said stubbornly. I rolled my eyes before
looking down at my daughter.
“And then you go on ahead and wonder why I say that your daughter has your same stubborn manner.” I said, teasing her. “This is not out for question. You need someone to help you out. You’re not going to be able to do everything on your own. I’m going to be here to help, but sometimes a maid is going to help you with a lot of things that are going to be a little more difficult for you to
maintain on your own.”
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Sienna watched me for a moment, something unreadable in her eyes, before nodding. “Okay.”
I walked to the small crib set up beside the bed, lowering Isla down with as much care as I could manage. Her tiny fingers twitched, her little mouth parting slightly in sleep, but she didn’t wake.
Sienna shifted under the covers, adjusting herself against the pillows. “Damon?”
I turned.
She hesitated, then shook her head. “Never mind.”
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I frowned but didn’t press. Whatever it was that you wanted to tell me, I had a feeling deep down that I believed that it would be better for me not to hear it out. If I did, then things were going to be a little more complicated for me. I wouldn’t be able to just ignore the clutch that I had in my chest.
I walked toward the door, gripping the handle before pausing.
That feeling, the one I had been ignoring since I walked into the room, pressed against my chest, demanding to be acknowledged.
I pushed it down.
Buried it.
This changed nothing
“Get some sleep,” I muttered before stepping out and closing the door behind me. “Your body needs it.”
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