Daemon has sorted everything that needs to be in just a matter of a few weeks. Quite impressive given the sizable damage the attack caused on his business and reputation but he managed to do it despite the countless stitches in his body.
Devon’s pregnancy became too noticeably hard for her. Morning sickness is more difficult to get by, she has no appetite, and she won’t eat unless Daemon prepares the food for her.
“It’s the babies’ fault. They want to get closer to you,” she pouted and hugged Daemon from behind.
They were in the kitchen. He is cooking beef stew for her while she clings to him like a sloth.
Her nostrils are damn crazy for his smell as she tiptoed to bury her face on the nook of his neck.
He gasped and turned off the stove to face her, carry her to the counter, and jus
