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~Lisa's POV
"Lisa," Damon said slowly, his voice softer than before, "do you think… we should go and get the baby's things?"
I blinked at him through the blur of my tears. For a second, I didn't even understand what he meant. My chest was heavy, my throat sore, but I knew he was only saying it to pull me away from my crying.
"The baby's things?" I repeated, my voice breaking.
"Yes." He nodded, lips curving faintly, almost like he was trying to hide a smile. "Clothes. Blankets. A cradle. All of it."
For a moment, I just stared at him, my breath caught in my chest. Was this real? Was he truly asking me that?
Finally, I raised both my eyebrows, letting the sarcasm drip from my voice. "And we could just… get anything we want, is that it? After all, the baby belongs to you and your brothers. The almighty alphas."
