*1 MONTH LATER*The penthouse had changed. Baby monitors. Bottles. Onesies everywhere. And Damian Cole, walking around in sweatpants with a baby strapped to his chest. "She's asleep," he whispered when he saw me in the kitchen. Eliza. 4 weeks old. Dead to the world on his chest. I smiled. "You're good at this." "I'm terrified," he whispered back. Kissed her head. "If I breathe wrong, she wakes up." I laughed. Poured coffee. "Welcome to parenthood, Mr. Cole." His phone buzzed. He checked it with one hand. Board report. He swiped it away. "Not today." The doorbell rang. We both froze. Damian's eyes went dark instantly. He handed me Eliza. "Stay here." "Damian—" He was already at the door. Peeking through the camera. It was Malrik. And a delivery guy. With flowers. Damian opened the door. "What is it?" Malrik held up the bouquet. White lilies. "These came to the office. No card. Security flagged it." Damian took them. Sniffed. His jaw tic
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