My heart stuttered.
“She’s already on her way,” he added, reaching for my hand and squeezing it softly, like he knew I was about to go full meltdown mode.
“She’ll examine you. She’ll make sure the powder you inhaled didn’t affect anything. Not your body. Not the baby. She’ll run every test necessary. And once that’s done, once I know you’re safe and that the baby’s okay… you can have Daddy all to yourself.”
I swear, the way he said it almost made me forget how to breathe. Like, the room could have been on fire, the floor could have opened up and swallowed the bed whole, and I still would’ve been stuck right there—half-leaning into his chest, clutching his stupidly perfect hand, and trying to process the fact that Damon Thornvale just said I can have Daddy all to myself like it was a se
