Hearing Luna's explanation, I finally heaved a sigh of relief, albeit secretly.
This chatterbox definitely couldn't be let in on the real deal. She just couldn't keep a
secret.
"Could be. I mean, I'm a sucker for a good looker, and guess they are too." I casually
chimed in.
Just then, a different nurse arrived. She was a bit older and probably more experienced. She asked me where my child was, and Damon's voice echoed from a nearby distance, "Over here."
Serena was nestled cozily in his arms, occasionally gazing up at him with a lively smile. The sight was rather heartwarming, reminiscent of a father-daughter bond.
Luna's eyes were darting around. Her biggest hobby had been gossiping. If something felt off, she just had to stick her nose in it.
"Maybe the mother should be holding her." the nurse suggested to Damon, "Moms usually have a better touch."