DAMON'S POV
The moment my eyes fall upon him, a thunderous realization strikes deep within my chest—undeniable, raw, and absolute. He is mine. Not a thought or question, but a visceral truth that roots itself in my bones.Without warning, the boy lets out a joyful squeal, his tiny voice piercing through the stillness like sunlight cracking through storm clouds. Then he’s moving—darting toward me on legs that are still finding balance in the world, small feet slapping against the floor with an urgency that betrays his size. He hurls himself into me with surprising force, his little arms locking tightly around my legs as though clinging to an anchor in a world that’s constantly shifting.My body stiffens, caught in a moment suspended between shock and disbelief. I don’t move. I don’t breathe. All I can do is stare down at the warm, squirming body wrapped around my legs. My hands hang useless at my sides as my mind tries—and fails—to catch up. His face is bur
