SAFFRON'S P.O.V
I looked down at the innocent beautiful face of my little girl. She was everything I never imagined having. She had the darkest brown hair, which was a head full, I might add. With deep brown eyes, but they were the perfect color. Her skin was a few shades lighter than mine, almost the shade of a latte. She was perfect. Everything about her was perfect. But the downfall was, she didn't look like Maddox. Hell, she only had similarities to me. Which left me depressed because that meant she was more than likely the daughter of the man I hated most. Malik. Even if that were the case, I'd never treat her differently. She was my child, regardless of how she was conceived.
"I'm here to give you your pain medication." A gruff voice in the doorway said.
"Do you know where
