Melissa (Gabriella’s Pov)
I woke up with the boys already up and playing in the room. The room was in a mess, but I looked far worse as I dragged myself from the bed, trudging to the bathroom. Motherhood wasn’t as easy as I would have thought it to be.
My hands were on my face as I rubbed them underneath my eyes. The eye bags grew less with each passing day and how they viewed maturity.
I smiled as I turned to look at them playing. They had the characteristic look of Alfredo, tainted with my image in the mix. If there was an advantage to it, I saw more of myself in Daemon than in Damian, but it was enough for me. They belonged to me.
“Going somewhere, mom?”
I turned to see Daemon flashing me a smile as he beat the toy sword in his hand on the door, making a drumbeat rhythm with it.
