Damien watched as Gwen slept peacefully, her breathing soft and calm. A small snore escaped her lips. He smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. For a long moment, he just stood there, staring at her, the woman who had turned his chaotic world into something that felt alive again.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead before quietly standing up. Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number.
“I’ll like you and your team to come over to my place,” he said in a low voice. “I need a makeover for my wife.”
He hung up and left the room, shutting the door behind him softly.
Downstairs, laughter filled the air. Jace was on the floor, chasing Lucas around the living room. The little boy squealed with excitement as Jace pretended to grab him, both of them laughing
