Damien carried a small container of strawberry ice cream. He placed it gently on the kitchen counter. "Here," he said softly. "I know it won't reach the baby, but... I wanted you to have it."Maya's fingers brushed the lid. She smiled faintly, her lips trembling with exhaustion. "Thank you, Damien. Even if it doesn't make it to the baby... it still feels... normal."Damien leaned closer, a glint in his eyes. "You just started enjoying Sweden, and this happened, and now strawberry ice cream. That counts as normal, right?"She laughed softly, the sound fragile and delicate. "I suppose... it does."Without thinking, she touched Damien's lips with cotton wool to clean the blood on his lips."Hey!" he said, startled, but his eyes sparkled.Maya grinned, removing her hands, sorry, I was just trying to help.He chuckled, reaching out to steady her hand. "You're impossible," he murmured."I'm just... surviving," she whispered, her voice barely audible.Damien's gaze softened. "And you're doin
Read more