Damien’s part in clearing my name couldn’t be ignored, as much as I was trying to keep him at a distance. I was still working on burying my feelings for him again.
After a moment’s consideration, I hopped off the examination bed.
“Amelia?” Dr. Wyatt asked.
“Just a minute,” I said. I walked to the door and opened it.
Damien had been standing with his back to the door, like he was protecting it. When it opened, he turned to face me.
“Come in, Damien,” I said. “Come and see our child.”
I hoped beyond hope that I wasn’t making a mistake here. Allowing Damien to see our child could backfire on me, if Damien still wanted to ‘take care’ of the baby.
But he’d done a lot for me today. And, after all the gifts… Maybe he didn’t hate the baby as much as I thought.
Maybe there was a way we cou
