“Daddy, daddy!”
The small voice shot through the silence of Damien’s office. He turned sharply from his desk, his eyes softening the moment they landed on the little boy standing by the door.
Lucas. His son. His entire world.
“Yes, my boy?” Damien said, rising from behind his desk. He crouched down and opened his arms. Lucas ran into them, laughing as Damien lifted him off the floor.
“What is it, champ?” he asked, brushing a curl from the boy’s forehead.
“I want ice cream!” Lucas said, voice high and demanding, the kind only a four year old could have.
Damien chuckled, shaking his head. “You had ice cream yesterday, little man. We can’t be doing that every day, or you’ll turn into one.”
Lucas pouted, his bottom lip sticking out, his big brown eyes shimmering. The same eyes Gwen used
