DAMON'S POV
Dante strolled toward the kitchen with his usual ease, tossing out a light-hearted offer to handle the food. I gave a faint nod, though my stomach tightened at the thought. Dante’s cooking had never been something I particularly enjoyed, but this wasn’t the time for opinions or preferences. Right now, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when Kael was nestled in my arms, warm and real and breathing. Letting go of him felt impossible. As though if I loosened my grip even slightly, he might dissolve like smoke between my fingers, leaving behind only the echo of a dream I hadn’t known I was having until it came true.I drew him closer, my arms tightening protectively, as if sheer will could keep this moment from slipping away. The idea of parenthood had always felt like a distant star to me—beautiful, unreachable, quietly admired from afar. I never imagined it would land in my lap, unexpectedly, heartbreakingly perfect. But now, with his small body pressed
