Aria's POVEmma had finally settled into a deep sleep after what felt like hours of fussing, and the apartment was blissfully quiet. Three weeks postpartum, and I was just starting to feel like myself again—physically, at least. Emotionally, everything was still new territory.Damien was in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner with the methodical precision he brought to everything. I watched him from the couch, marveling at how domestic he'd become. Three weeks ago, I would have bet money that Damien Knight had never loaded a dishwasher in his life."She's out?" he asked, noticing my stare."Finally. I think she was testing how long we could function on two hours of sleep."He dried his hands on the kitchen towel and came to sit beside me, close enough that I could smell his cologne mixed with baby powder—a combination that had somehow become incredibly appealing."You look tired," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face."Gee, thanks. Every woman loves to hear that.""Y
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