His Ruin Her Crown
Damian leaned close, his own tears falling freely despite his usual careful composure, one gentle finger tracing along their daughter's tiny hand with a tenderness that made Elena's heart ache with overwhelming love.
"She's perfect," he murmured, disbelief and wonder mingling in his voice. "Elena, she's absolutely perfect."
"What should we name her," Elena asked softly, watching their daughter's tiny fingers curl instinctively around Damian's larger one.
Damian considered the question seriously, something thoughtful moving behind his exhausted, joyful expression. "Richelle," he said finally. "After your father, and mine, in whatever complicated way either of them deserves acknowledgment. Ric