Angelica's POV
When James arrives in the kitchen, I ask him if he could watch Damion tonight.
"Sorry, Angie. I have plans with Hannah later. Ask mom."
"Ask mom what?" I hear my mother's voice as she joins us at the table. "Nothing." I state, trying not to sound to cold. I love her, but am still feeling angry about our earlier conversation.
"Could you watch Damion tonight, so these two love birds can go on a date?" James asks, and her smile brightens the room. It's contagious and I feel a small smile form on my face. "Of course! I would love some bonding time with my grandson!"
"You are still healing."
"Oh, shush you. I'm perfectly capable to care for Damion. I'm not useless."
"I didn't mean it like that, mom." I sigh, but realize she would be best to watch him for a few hours. Pl
