It’s exactly a year since Damon and I tied the knot, and I’m beginning to think I’m getting more happiness than I deserve.
Which is why the universe is trying to punish me.
With Kieran.
“Kieran, honey,” I say, pressing my fingers to my temples, praying for patience. “Come on now. You’re going to be late for school.”
“I don’t like this shirt.” He crosses his arms over his chest, his lower lip jutted out like he’s preparing for battle. “Dad makes me pick whatever I want.”
It’s been months since Kieran suddenly started calling Damon Dad—out of the blue, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And even though I’m fairly certain Damon orchestrated it somehow, I still haven’t gotten used to the way it makes my heart stutter every time I hear it.
The problem, however, is that today
