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Chapter 31 Forever

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Erika’s POV

Damien said yes to our son in front of the whole street, and I knew he was lying.

Theo was still standing on the chair with both sticky hands squashing his father’s cheeks, waiting. Damien didn’t look at him. He looked over the top of Theo’s paper shark hat, straight across the table at me.

“Yes,” he said.

My hand tightened on Theo’s waist.

Damien held my eyes for one more second. Then he looked down at Theo and covered those small hands with his big ones.

“Forever, buddy.”

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