Evelyn's POV

The drive from the hospital to the Blackwood mansion was quiet, soft and almost fragile. Evelyn rested against the SUV seat, still tired from the long hours of labor and the surgery that followed. Her body ached, but it was the good kind of ache, the kind that reminded her she had brought a life into the world.

Damian sat in the seat in front of her, cradling the newborn boy carefully in his arms. He checked the baby’s breathing every few seconds, adjusting the blanket, ...