Leaning against the windowsill, Damien looked down over his newborn son bathed in the glorious light of a new morning. Holding him close to his chest, Damien leaned in and kissed his head covered with short, soft dark hair. He inhaled the smell of jasmine and the comfort of it washed through his chest. "I have been waiting so very long to hold you again, Drago. I swear to you that, this time, there will be no safer place for you. There will be no creature strong enough to take you from my arms again." As he turned and brought Drago up to his shoulder, Damien softly rubbed his cheek against his fuzzy head. "You know, I had a vision of your future just right before you were born. She won't give you quite the trouble that your mother gave me, but these women aren't ever simple, are they? No, they aren't and that's what makes them so exciting, isn't it? But, not to worry, my son. She is a fine woman just the same." With his soft, plump cheeks re
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