Damian’s POV

The double doors swung open.

Damian straightened so fast he almost lost his balance. Two nurses were in front, then the gurney emerged, Evelyn lying on it, pale, unconscious, her hair tucked neatly beneath the surgical cap, her breathing soft and steady.

Behind her, a nurse followed with careful steps, cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in a blue hospital blanket.

His son.

His heart beat hard against his ribs.

For a moment nothing made sense, everything around him blurred into ...