ROXANNE POV
I was heading to the kitchen, my slippers brushing lightly against the floor tiles, when I slowed down near the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
Damien’s voice floated smoothly down the corridor, and I paused instinctively. It was coming from Angelina’s room.
I tiptoed a little closer, stopping just beside the door, not wanting to intrude. His voice was calm as he read one of the bedtime stories I had picked out for her earlier that week.
I smiled without meaning to. Something about hearing him read, the warmth in his tone, made me feel oddly full inside.
I leaned just slightly to glance into the room. There he was, sitting on the edge of her bed, tucking her in gently. Angel had her little arms wrapped around the same teddy bear I gave her when we met. Her new puppy was curled in a soft basket in the corner, already asleep.
I was about to head downstairs, not wanting to eavesdrop anymore, when I heard her tiny, sleepy voice.
"Is Roxanne going to be my mommy now, Daddy?"
