Maxten's POV
Lyla was lying snuggled up next to me and I ran my hand up and down her back. I loved that she had gone and gotten herself something, and it wasn't just for her but for me as well, and it was one of my favorite things in the world, all lacy and peach in color, which is now my favorite color and flavor. She had her warm soft body pressed against mine, and she was half asleep, and she was just so relaxed.
My father's words kept playing over and over in my head. I didn't love her. I wasn't capable of loving her. That was broken in me when my mother turned our lives upside down. I could protect her, provide for her, and I cared about her, but love was something I couldn't do.
I felt the moment in Lyla's body when she fell into that deep sleep. Her entire body relaxed and he
