Damien’s POVI don’t think anything could have prepared me for the sight of the tiny bundle in Vanessa’s arms, red-faced, blinking, his little fists curled tight like he was already ready to take on the world.My world. My son.The moment I got close enough to really look, something inside me lurched. The kid didn’t look like me. At all. Not a trace of my eyes, my jaw, my hair, my nose, hell, not even Vanessa’s features were there.But babies change. Everyone said that. Newborns looked like wrinkled potatoes anyway. They grew into their faces later.Vanessa stroked the baby’s cheek and lifted her chin with this regal air she’s adopted lately. “I’ve given you a son, Damien,” she said, almost ceremonially, like she was expecting a crown or a parade. “From now on, I expect to be treated with the utmost respect.”Respect. I swallowed. God, that word sting more than it should. Celeste had asked for respect too, begged for it, in her quiet way, before she stopped asking entirely.I shoved th
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