The morning London light filtered softly through the curtains as Damein adjusted his cufflinks in front of the mirror. The navy suit fit him like it had been tailored by intention rather than fabric. Today was his first official day at one of London's most prestigious hospitals a transfer from Sweden that marked both progress and pressure.
Maya watched him quietly while rocking Layrus in her arms. "You'll intimidate them before you even introduce yourself," she teased lightly.
Damein smiled. "Good. Saves time."
He leaned forward, kissing Layrus's forehead before brushing his lips gently against Maya's temple.
"Try to rest today."
She nodded, though rest was the last thing on her mind. Healing required movement.
After he left, Maya bundled Layrus into his stroller and stepped outside
