–Damon–
Being left alone with my wife is the absolute worst. Holding my baby boy in my arms, cooing at him, wondering where she vanished to — Laura, probably. Let her get a break from my "nagging."
I'm not nagging. I'm caring. I sighed and shook my head.
"You did this," I told the baby. "You stole all your mama's milk and energy. She needs a break, alright? You're already heavy."
He cooed back, as if agreeing with his tiny tyrant of a father.
"Yeah, you should cry less, okay?"
"Damon!" Mother's voice cut through the nursery. She came in like she'd been waiting to arrest me. "Hand me my grandson. You need to go with Caine right now. There's an emergency at the company."
"Oh." I looked down at the boy in my arms. "No thanks. I'm taking this guy hostage until my wife decides to come out."
Mother smacked the back of my head.
"Don't be stupid." She scooped Sky up and shoved me toward the door. "Get out."
