Damien's POV
Three weeks had slipped by since Kimberly officially started, and the house no longer felt like it was held together by sheer willpower alone. Mornings had taken on a new rhythm. I stood at the kitchen counter nursing my coffee as sunlight filtered through the windows, watching her move with that effortless grace that had already become familiar.
“Lucas, shoes on the right feet today, buddy,” she called gently from the hallway, her voice carrying that bright cheer even at seven in the morning. Loki bounded down the stairs first, backpack half-zipped, while Lucas trailed behind clutching his dinosaur.
Kimberly knelt to help Lucas with his Velcro straps, her sundress pooling softly around her knees. “There we go. Triceratops approves,” she said, tapping the stuffed toy. Luca
