Stella – POV

After feeding my little baby, she looked more relaxed and happy. I glanced up, sensing someone's presence in the hospital room. "Damon," I said as he gave me a small smile, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

"How are you and the baby?" he asked. "Have you named her yet?"

"Not yet," I whispered. Seeing Damon speak kindly, rather than coldly like during our last conversation, filled the room with tension. I could feel it between us.

"Why not?"

"I'm confused about what ...