He shook his head, the memory bittersweet. “But I had been possessive, controlling, thinking I knew best. Even after we married, even after we had you, son… it wasn’t easy.”
His hands tightened slightly on the table. “Your mother is always traveling alone, attending events, meeting dozens of men who would try to get her attention. I didn’t like it. We argued. Often. Sometimes I thought we were on the verge of breaking everything we’d built.”
A faint, rueful smile tugged at his lips. “But I couldn’t imagine life without her. And then, finally, I saw it clearly.”
He leaned forward, voice dropping. “For years, every time she leaves she always gave me her location. Always called. Always came home. Always put our family first. Always.”
Dominic’s eyes met Damien’s, steady and unflinching. “A
