Damon raised an eyebrow at her, those puppy-dog eyes almost too pitiful to bear. And he felt a twinge of

annoyance stirring within him.

Sure, she’d begged him before, but it wasn’t a common occurrence. And now, here she was, acting like this for the

kids, stitches fresh and all, but still laying it on thick.

Not cool.

“Damon,..”

Here we go again.

Damon couldn’t take it, not really. Lips pursed, he glanced at the nurse standing by. The nurse, with a knowing

smile, nodded and slipped out of the room.d2

Chloe’s face lit up with anticipation. She grabbed Damon’s hand, barely able to contain herself, “Do the babies look

like you, or is there a little of me in them?”

Damon sat back down, silent for a heartbeat, before saying, “The doc says they’re beautiful, so they’ve gotta take

after you.”

Chloe blinked, peering intently at him for a long moment.

Damon turned to grab a cup of water from the insulated jug on the nightstand.

“You don’t think they all look like me, do you? Damon, you didn’t…”

“Water?” Damon cut her off, taking a sip from the cup.

Chloe paused, shook her head slightly, but then his hand cupped her chin, and his lips were upon hers.

Water flowed gently from his mouth into hers. She startled, but resigned to swallow the water bit by bit. After the

last drop, Damon lingered, savouring a deep kiss, reluctant to part.

Chloe’s cheeks, still a bit pale, flushed with the warmth of his affection.

As the kiss ended, Damon rested his forehead against hers, whispering, “Thank you.”

Chloe’s lips curled into a slight smile, “Nothing beats the joy of having them.”

clear sign of his pouty jealousy.

His voice was low and possessive, laced

every subtle shift in emotion, and

smile to touch his eyebrows. But then Chloe

are yours, and so am I. So I should love

had just begun to form on Damon’s face

outside the door. Chloe spun around, eyes darting to the entrance, as

aside.

Yasmine, each cradling a newborn, walked in, their faces

than any Chloe

up, Yasmine’s brows furrowed, and she shot a stern glance that

bed.

a moment, Yasmine looked back at the baby in her arms, her

bedside.

arms and then laid him next

just like Damon?”

there in her

photos Elizabeth had

Her voice

by the moment, felt her

her baby next to the

your daughter. Look at those eyes, she’s got

nodded, gazing adoringly at the two tiny faces before

world, my little

his eyes, and as if by instinct, turned

Chloe’s chest. Though

hard to believe that this mischievous little guy was

were quite

matter, the sensation of that little hand was more profound

finger could cause harm. After

stayed fixed on her,

How wonderful…

him began to fuss, her little hands and

quickly comforted her, and the baby soon

gesture from these new lives was a revelation,

infants was undeniable, serving as a ceaseless

a soft smile gracing her lips, before she finally looked over at Damon. “Aren’t

your

turned to him, as did Elizabeth, with a mix of accusation and disbelief,

haven’t even glanced at your own son and daughter

right. He hadn’t seen the babies yet.

being beautiful and therefore resembling

knew himself, to think that the kids

Chloe’s form, skimming past the bundled-up blankets in

faces, he hadn’t really saw

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