Armon's POV
I stepped into the office, and even when Rosy started uttering words and tried to climb down from the high place where her mother had kept her, my eyes remained focused on the woman who had stolen my breath away more than a decade ago.
She instantly froze on seeing me, and when she was finally able to talk, she stammered my name.
"A-Armon?"
I took sturdy steps towards the executive chair opposite her and plopped into it, careful not to alarm the baby that was almost reaching for me.
I finally picked Rosy up from the chair and let her settle on my thigh before turning back to her mother, the woman who would be my Luna in a few weeks' time.
I personally feel that 'weeks' sounds like a lot. I will mark and claim her even now if she lets me. I never knew that she could be so
