Damien’s POV
A girl. We were having a little girl! My heart soared and my wolf could hardly sit still inside of me.
In my excitement, I moved closer to Amelia. She was looking back at me, mirroring my happiness. Her eyes also held a kind of raw hope that nearly knocked me flat.
She wanted something from me. Acceptance perhaps?
Couldn’t she see that she already had it? Couldn’t she know that I was excited about our little girl?
Maybe not. Perhaps this was where our failing lied in the past. I had no made my feelings or intentions known to her, and so she struggled when what she perceived as secrets were revealed. To me, they were simply things not worth mentioning.
This was worth mentioning, so I would do so. She would know, if she didn’t already, how much I already cared for our bab
