Damian's P.O.V.
For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, I woke up to warmth instead of war.
Kiera was still nestled against me, her soft breaths steady, her body wrapped around mine like she belonged there. And she did.
I watched her for a moment, memorizing the peace on her face. No tension, no worry—just her, completely at ease. It wasn’t a sight I got to see often, and I wasn’t about to take it for granted.
The faint sound of movement from the other room had me shifting carefully out of bed. I tucked the blankets around Kiera before stepping into the adjoining space where Caelum was wide awake in his crib, kicking at the air, making soft, impatient noises.
The second his golden eyes landed on me, his tiny fists stopped their excited flailing, and he blinked up at me as if
