Chapter 87
DAMIAN'S POV
I couldn't sleep.
Michael's words had followed me home, and the more I tried to dismiss them, the more they returned.
Engage her.
Make it permanent.
Then the other thing he'd said.
Get her pregnant.
I stared at the ceiling.
The thought bothered me.
Not because I had never imagined Angela pregnant.
I had.
More times than I would admit.
I had pictured her carrying our child. I had imagined coming home and finding her sitting on the couch with one hand resting over her stomach. I'd imagined a small child running through the house, calling for me.
Those thoughts didn't disturb me.
What disturbed me was why the idea had suddenly become so appealing.
Because if Angela had my child...
Would I finally stop wondering whether she was completely mine?
I immed
