C65 The New Beginning

A year passed like a whisper.

Isabella stood in the nursery, the morning sun streaming through the curtains, a baby girl sleeping in her arms. Lily was two months old now a tiny thing with dark hair and green eyes and a temper that reminded her of Damien.

"Is she sleeping?" Damien appeared in the doorway, his voice soft.

"Finally." Isabella smiled, swaying gently. "She takes after you