บททั้งหมดของ His accidental husband: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

DamienThe morning felt cold, but. The house did not scare me today. It smelled like coffee, warm and safe. Outside, the rain had stopped. The city was quiet, too quiet, like everyone was still asleep.Adrian was on my chest. He was sleeping so calmly that I did not want to move. He held me in the night and never let go. His breath was slow. His face looked almost like a child who had found peace again.Clara was in the next room. She was under a blanket on the couch. Her face still had a bruise, dark but healing. She looked tired, but she fought hard to rest. Gabriel had not slept much. He was on the phone half the night, making calls, moving pieces so we would not get trapped. Nia sat at the table with the big book open. She wrote and read, her hand never stopping. Maya cleaned her tools, placing them like they were small pieces of her. Rico smoked by the window, his eyes hard on the street, standing like a guard dog.I looked at Adrian. I touched his jaw with my thumb, soft. He mo

Damien’s POVThe night was quiet in the penthouse. Adrian sat across from me at the dining table, papers spread on the table. His hair was messy, his eyes tired.He tapped one of the papers with his finger. “This is the agency that said yes. They don’t care about us being… two men. They said they just want a safe home.” His voice was calm.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the file. Child Placement Application.A child.For a long moment, I didn’t say anything. We had fought enemies, survived betrayal, even uncovered my uncle’s sick games. Now we were sitting here, talking about filling our home with laughter, toys, bedtime stories.Adrian lifted his eyes to mine. “Do you want this, Damien? Really want it? Or are you only saying yes because of me?”I reached across the table, covering his hand with mine. His fingers were warm but tense. “Adrian, listen to me. I’ve spent my whole life building empires. But none of that means anything if I don’t have a family to come home to. And w

Damien Cross POVThe night was so quiet. I sat at the big table in my study. Adrian was upstairs. I hoped he was sleeping. He had not been sleeping well since the day we went to the adoption office. since we can e back from the orphanage everything hasn't been the same. I thought the name "Ward" has left our lives.I poured myself a drink. My hand shook a little when I lifted the glass. Adoption.Long ago, I wanted a child. I dreamed about it once. But life had made my heart hard like stone. Now Adrian wanted to bring a child into this broken world. He said it would give us peace. He said it would fix something in me. But I was scared. What if it broke me instead?I stared at the papers on my desk. The forms from the agency. The pictures of little children waiting for a family. Sweet faces. Innocent eyes. But behind those eyes, too much hurt for someone so small.My hurt started beating fast.Then my phone buzzed. A message. So late at night?I picked it up. The screen glowed. A nam

Damien Hale POVThe sound of the door closing was loud. It shook the whole house.“Adrian,” I whispered, but he didn’t answer. Anytime he goes silent it hurts my heart.I looked down at the folder in my hand. I was short of words. Helen has already told him.My chest felt heavy. I should have told Adrian long ago. I should have trusted him. But fear stopped me. Fear of losing him. Fear that he would hate me if he knew everything. So I stayed quiet, thinking I was protecting him. But now… he looked at me like I was a bad person.I stayed by his door for a long time. I hoped he would open it. I hoped he would say my name. But all I could hear was him crying.I leaned my head against the door. My voice came out low.“Adrian, I didn’t want to hurt you. I wanted to keep you safe. I was scared of what the truth would do to you.”He didn’t speak.After a while, I stepped away. I felt as if I betrayed him, my legs weak. I walked downstairs and poured myself a drink.Then I heard the study do

DAMIEN CROSS POVI stood on the balcony, watching the street light.Inside, Adrian was talking calmly to the nurse who had just brought the baby’s milk.The baby kept on crying calmly.It should have made me smile. But it made me frustrated.Something didn’t feel right.Adrian had been smiling all evening, trying so hard to make things feel normal again.He kept laughing, making jokes, pretending everything was fine.But deep now nothing was fine.I saw how his hands trembled when he thought I wasn’t looking.He came out to the balcony a few minutes later, wearing one of my shirts. His hair was messy, his eyes tired.“He’s finally asleep,” he said calmly, leaning on the rail beside me. “You look like you’re somewhere else.”“I am,” I said quietly. “Everywhere else but here.”He frowned, confused. “Damien…”“I just keep thinking,” I whispered, my voice low. “Everything’s changing so fast. We’re adopting a child, Adrian. That means we’ll be responsible for someone’s whole life.”He gave