Damian’s POV

He stood by the tall windows of the study, watching the garden below, where the sunlight shone on the leaves. The house was quieter than usual. Gregory had returned from his morning walk hours ago and was likely downstairs, reading. Evelyn had spent most of the afternoon resting, as Dr. Allen, before his trip, had advised her to avoid stress in these final weeks.

Thirty-eight weeks.

He caught himself counting the days more often than he admitted. Every kick, every doctor’s ...