Leslie's P.O.V. I don't see why we have to eat out?"I ask Damien as we got out of the car in front of a very luxurious looking restaurant Damien decided it was time to make our first official appearance as a couple in public by going to a very public and popular restaurant frequented by the high class and the rich. “I know but I think it's time to shut the mouths of those vipers, don't you think?. Besides Morgan went through great length to prepare a gift for you, you should be there at the unvieling.”  He says as he adjusts his tux taking my hands in his as we enter into the restaurant. We were welcomed by the host,As we stepped in. The looks on everyone face was priceless as they stared at my swollen stomach with Damien by my side. As we moved inside I then spot Vivian sitting by the table we were directed to, our eyes locking on each others. She then glides over to us with a sore look on her f

Damien's P.O.V. One year later. Damien strokes his hands down his wife’s waist . A warm summer wind blows through the open doors of the bedroom, carrying with it the scent of the sea and the sound of our son laughing as he plays in the sand outside below with one of the island staff’s sons. A deep feeling of peace filled me...the hungry part of my soul has gone quiet. We're currently in one of my private Island, the very first family vacation with the whole three squad. Me, Leslie and memory. After the whole ordeal last year, with the attention of the press on us. We decided to spend the new year on one of the many islands I own. Leslie smiled up at me, with her Auburn curls glowing like a halo  around her head in fiery contrast to the white of the pillow, I could feel myself getting hard for her. Again. ‘You should probably go down,&rs