I AM BILLIONAIRE DAMON'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE
“We’re having a daughter, Damon.”
He didn’t let go, his thumb rubbed slow circles on the back of my hand while we watched her. The tech printed out a bunch of pictures...her face, her tiny feet, the one where she looked like she was waving. The doctor wiped the gel off my belly and gave us some privacy for a minute.
Damon kept one of the pictures in his hand, tracing the image with his finger. “She’s perfect,” he said quietly. “I don’t remember planning this… but looking at her now, it feels right.”