Damon’s POV
I couldn’t take my eyes off them. My children. My son and my daughter. They were so small, so fragile, yet somehow they already felt like the most powerful things in the world.
Aria was still propped up in the hospital bed, looking utterly exhausted but glowing in that way only she could. She cradled our son in her arms, her fingers brushing his tiny cheek as he squirmed contentedly.
I held our daughter, her impossibly small fingers curling and uncurling as if she were trying to grasp the air. She was quiet, her tiny chest rising and falling with each soft breath.
The whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me was impossible to sort out—pride, awe, relief, terror. They were here. They were healthy. And Aria... Aria was still with me. After everything we’d been through, this m
