Damien POV
“So how did it go?” Mike asks when I walk into the nursery. He has Michaela in his arms, feeding her while rocking her in the rocking chair. Sarah is also there feeding Michael while using the glider with the ottoman so she can put her feet up after a long day in the pack hospital. I rub my hands over my face, and I can feel the stubble there.
“She agreed to come visit for an hour, but that’s about as much as I could get from her. She blames me and Emma for John’s death, I can’t blame her for hating me, but Emma is not to blame. Hopefully, when she comes to visit the babies, she will want to be around them more and become the mother I know she will be,” I tell him.
Seeing the babies bein
