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DAMON

After hours of reading about Lucy's family history, even Mark's side of the family, I was mentally spent. There was still so much about Lucy I didn't know. I needed to learn everything I could to help Lucy get Astrid back. I climbed back into bed around four in the morning. I pulled Lucy close to my chest. I love how she would nestle her face right into my chest and start to snore louder. 

I must have drifted off at some point because when I opened my eyes, Lucy was not there. I rubbed my eyes and made my way to the kitchen. I heard someone in the kitchen. Was I dreaming? Lucy does not cook. I rounded the corner to see Oliver at the stove making waffles and Lucy perched on the island countertop cross-legged and drinking coffee. She was laughing at something he said. I was so happy they found each other. Stil a little annoyed I didn't put it together sooner. I stood leaning in the doorway in just my sweatpants, watching them interact. Anyone would think they