THE END

Damien's POV

I was escorted out of the ward where Lisa was carried in after falling three times.

My thoughts are scattered. My mind is whirling and my heart is racing.

My anxiety is slowly killing me from this suspense. Isn't collapsing preferable to being kept in the dark about Lisa's condition or if she is making an effort to deliver our baby?

I want destiny to avoid repeating itself. Mother and kid should be in good health. I may not live through another catastrophe. Both Lisa and the baby are quite important to me.

I glance up at the skies for the first time in my whole existence as I start to become aware of my surroundings.

I keep gazing up while fervently pleading with God to work a miracle, ease Lisa's situation, and allow the mother and child to live.

I see my mother hurrying toward someone, who turns out to be the doctor before I can complete my prayer.

I hurry to meet him. The doctor called out. I chant out of breath. How's she doing?

In order to deliver the baby supplies and to tell her grandmother, Gabriel and Sabrina hurried over to her grandmother's house.

I tremble when the doctor smiles at me, unsure of whether this is a good or negative indication.

"What happened?" you ask. His grandmother asks.

I ecstatically leap up when he says, "She is fine and the baby is fine too." I hurry by him and into the room where Lisa is before he can finish speaking.

I yell out "Lisa" as I sprint in. Her eyes flutter open as I touch her face, and a grin appears on her face. I scream "Lisa" at you. "You did it!" I said.

She shouts as her grin abruptly disappears. "How could you leave the room as I was attempting to expel our infant?"

As I attempt to come up with an explanation for her, guilt overtakes me, and I pull my hands away from her face to tremblingly scratch my head.

She probably had no idea that her shouts, along with the manner she was pressing me with all her might, had caused me to pass out three times.

Will you please check the infant? She asks, no longer with an angry tone. I run in that direction when she gestures to a crib in the far corner of the room.

A nurse is watching him closely.

My youngster. My initial crop.

The nurse bows and walks away as soon as I get near. Then I noticed him. The eyes are the first thing that grabs my attention.

They resemble me exactly. eyes that are blue. His hands are wringing as he struggles to fall asleep, and his body is as red as a tomato.

When I see his feet in the air, something inside of me snaps.

It seems surreal to have a kid now, so I can't force myself to hold him.

me a little.

To avoid waking him up, I find myself stooping to my knees and silently grabbing the crib with both hands.

Please don't wake him if he is asleep. Before I begin practicing being a mother, I need to build up my strength," Lisa says in a quiet voice that causes my emotions to flutter.

I get up and approach her with wide steps. I get up close and kiss her lips.

She laughs and allows me to kiss her more passionately. A tear begins to fall from my eyes before I can pull away, but she quickly catches it with her thumb.

I back away as I see her worn-out form. She has an angelic smile on her face, which makes me think that Helena really did want to see me happy, as Lisa said she did when she smiled down at me.

Lisa is a saint. She was sent to earth to enter my life, heal me, mend my fractures, impart life lessons, love me, and be the mother of my children.

What should we call him? She awakens me from my reverie.

I respond, placing my right hand on my jaw. "You choose,"

She says with a broad smile on her face. "Aidan."

"Aidan? Did you make it up using my name?

"No!" She denies it vehemently.

I giggle at her uncomfortable expression and then kiss her lips once again. Saying "I love you."

I really want her to respond to me with this. Lisa hasn't yet spoken to me about how much she loves and adores her, despite the several times I have told her this. She gives the impression that she does, but I still want her to use the word "love."

She keeps smiling instead of answering, then motions for me to assist her.

"What?" I inquire, looking perplexed.

She says, "Help me with that little bag," and I swiftly turn around to do so. She reaches inside the bag and pulls out a little package.

It takes me a bit to understand that this box is mine. It's the identical box I handed her the day I ripped the contract paperwork to bits to stop our agreement.

the same box that held the diamond ring I gave her as a declaration of my undying love for her.

With a smile on her lips, she delicately opens it and places it on her index finger.

As it slips into her index finger, I stand in astonishment. I grab her aggressively and give her a passionate kiss as she puts the empty box back into her purse.

She holds my head firmly in both of her hands—the right hand holding my lovely ring and the left holding it—as she reveals to her her genuine affection for me in this one deed.

I can't get enough of her, so I make myself draw away. She must take a nap. She just gave me the two best gifts I've ever received in a single day, and I swear to be the most forgiving and caring husband and father to her and our beloved Aidan.

We look at each other with love and admiration, eye to eye.

I firmly say, "I love you," anticipating a response.

After a time, she finally said the things I was expecting to hear. "I love you, too, Damien."

"Can we go home now or would you prefer to sleep now that you have accepted the offer to become my contracted wife for life?"

"Contracted?" I nod as she displays faux rage.

I tell her, "I don't want you for just a year anymore; I want you for life and until eternity," but she maintains her expression. Accept the offer, please?

She tugs my head back to its previous position instead of offering a firm "yes."

she spoke.

We also kissed.

till the baby's piercing screams separate us.