The day passed with little to no drama. Once they were done shopping, they stopped by Clara's place and helped her pack before driving back home. Damian ordered takeout and ate with the girls, the atmosphere calm on the surface.
They watched a horror movie while eating, the flickering light from the screen dancing across their faces. By the end of the night, Clara was already in a hurry to get to bed, her energy spent from the day's excitement. Damian accompanied her to her room and stayed until she fell asleep before quietly returning to his own.
Lying on his bed, he stared up at the chandelier hanging above him, its intricate design casting faint shadows across the ceiling. His gaze remained fixed on it as his thoughts drifted.
All his life, he had wanted a child of his own. Someone he could love and care for in ways his parents never did for him. A family had always been part of his dream, and at the center of that dream stood a child.
