LOGINDAMIEN. Zane trailed behind him, moving at a more relaxed pace, and one hand in his pocket. “Sora, breathe. They're fine. They won't hurt themselves and even if they do they'll get over it.”That was definitely not what Sora was seeing while he tried to capture one of the miscreants. “They are not fine. They are little menaces,” Sora said, getting help from Zane to chase after them.I was smiling at this sight when Beauty appeared from the top of the stairs. Eleven going on twelve, and wearing a comfortable dress of yellow color and her blonde hair messed up from whatever the heck she had been doing previously. The older she got, the more handful she became. Her eyes searched the room as a routine—but fixed on the little redhead standing next to me.The expression of the girl changed instantly. Her eyes softened and got larger, they always were like that when she spotted some things she wanted to hug on sight. I moved my mouth closer to Raymond’s ear and whispered, “She will have a
DAMIEN. I was sitting in the back of that black car and surfing through different flower arrangements on my tablet computer. Being an owner of a floral shop and a wedding planning business I started each day dealing with colors, flower deliveries and brides having a crisis. But today it seemed to be a normal working day until we came to a complete halt.I raised my head and saw a row of cars with nobody moving at all."What is happening?" I asked the driver."Sir, there is an accident up ahead. It looks pretty bad." It was something in his voice that made me put the tablet aside and open the door while he tried to hold me from doing that. I found myself in a crowd of people who were standing around trying to look closer at what was going on. After several apologies to people blocking my way I managed to see the picture.The car was on its side with broken parts scattered on the asphalt. Two bodies covered with white sheets lay nearby and blood spots spread on the road. But the mos
DAMIEN. A Few Months LaterThe church appeared like a dream.Golden rays fell through high windows of stained glasses and lit up the marbled floor with warm patches of light. The rows of white roses and lush greens of flower arrangements decorated every pew. The air was scented with the freshness of flowers, wax and the smell of polished wood. I was standing at the altar wearing my perfectly fitted black suit, feeling my heart beating faster than ever in all fights and arguments. In front of me, Raymond looked so good he was almost distracting me from saying anything I planned to say. He kept looking at me with soft eyes.In the front row, Charles was sitting next to Martin who held his shoulders in a protective embrace. Charles was noticeably plumpier and smiled softly in his formal suit, and it was almost impossible not to notice the swell in his belly. He was glowing with health and slightly uncomfortable, his hand gently holding the bulge while Martin was whispering into his ear
DAMIEN. Raymond stood with his arms crossed in the doorway of the old room. “We have to get our packing done. The moving team will be here on the weekend.” I folded the shirt again. “Postpone it. For just a little while. Cole needs me.” “He has Adam to look out for him. You have me and that means you should be worried about us leaving and not bugging them twenty four seven.” “Adam is good for certain things,” I said dismissively, “but Cole is my brother. It is more important.” Raymond raised his eyebrow. “You are stalling.” “I am taking care of my family first. Is there a problem with that?”He sighed. "It's like seeing the demon incarnated before my very eyes." Not bothered with his reaction, Raymond grinned madly, shaking his head and looking back at me. “And what am I?”I frowned. He asked me a trick question. So, is that what you are trying to do? “My future husband, that is not my family yet.”“You are being a brat.” “Oh, really?” I exclaimed, shocked, placing my h
DAMIEN. I was waiting outside the hospital room with my arms crossed and tapping my foot on the smooth floor. Raymond was standing there quietly in his usual way and not saying anything much. Every time the door handle turned a little bit, I would look up. Waiting made me sick in my stomach and not knowing made it even worse. I was in a foul mood and half afraid too. Cole was looking so pale the other day, and the whole issue of the pregnancy made me feel ill inside.Adam came out of the room first followed by Cole. Cole looked tired and pale but he was able to walk. I felt so relieved that I started walking towards them.Before I reached them, I felt Raymond’s hand on my wrist. “Give him some space.” Since when did he know what I needed to do? Fine, he was right most of the time but not at this moment. I moved to protest, but the look in Raymond’s eyes silenced the words before they could form. Instead, I stood watching as Adam led Cole down the hall to the private exit. There w
ADAM. The text from Damien came right when I was going over the quarterly reports.I looked at it, finger poised over the screen, and almost deleted the message before reading it. Damien was known for sending over-dramatic messages about nothing, but today seemed to be dragging on. I flipped my phone upside down and tried to get my attention back on the figures on my desk. “I see you getting a message.” Zane broke into my reverie with that deep voice of his. I looked up, saw Zane staring at me above his laptop, his expression calm but curious in that way he always was when I was doing something wrong. “Damien,” I said to answer his question. “Tell me to go to the family hospital.” “Why does he need you there?” Zane asked, and I saw his hands freeze on the keyboard. “Ask him.”I took my phone and messaged him again. “What's wrong?”He was quick, typing back. “It’s about Cole.” I repeated the words like a robot half minded with worry. Zane sprang to his feet. "What happened







