Chapter Twenty-Two
Isla's POV
I pretended to be asleep, listening intently to Damian rubbing my stomach gently, while talking to the baby. It was a little weird for him to be in my room, but it was also comforting that he cared about this child. Damian was promising to be a good father to him or her. He promised to give our child all the love in the world, as they deserve it. It was something he never got as a child. One would think the baby could see him, but I was sure it could hear him as he went on about how they will be his pampered prince, or princess. He didn't care about the gender, as long as he got to hold them.
The more I listened, the more I questioned my previous feelings about his seeming plan to terminate my pregnancy. Could it be that I was making wrong assumptions abou
