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give her a reassuring smile, not knowing what else to say.
    “Well I would love any grandchild of mine, blood or adopted. It wouldn’t matter to me,” she smiles.
    I know she’s trying to make me feel better but it’s making me feel worse. I now know she would give anything to be a grandma. How can I take that away from her? How can I just leave and take away her grandbaby? I don’t think I can. I also don’t think I would be able to co-parent with Damon if I take him down for revenge. 
    “I always wanted a daughter, you know? We were happy to just get healthy babies but I did always dream of having a little girl to call my own. Instead I ended up with two of the manliest men going. I wouldn’t change them for the world.” She smiles off into space as if recalling Spence and Damon growing up.
    Flora’s phone ringing puts a stop to my reply. I use her call as a way to avoid responding. I quickly say goodbye, kissing her cheek, before heading back to Damon’s.
    I have a lot to think about. My jellybean would be wanted and loved by more than just me. I need to make the right decision for my baby. I need to put her first.
    My hand stays on my stomach the entire drive back to Damon’s.
     

 
    CHAPTER ELEVEN
    DAMON
     
    The house is too quiet. I hate coming home to an empty house now. I’m used to my beauty being here when I get back from work, but I know she’s out for the afternoon with my mum.
    I take my jacket off and hang it up. I feel fucking restless whenever Ella isn’t around. I know she’s still struggling with Leona kissing me. She tries to act like everything is okay but I know she’s putting on an act. She hasn’t been sleeping well, and she’s been sick a few times.
    She thinks I haven’t noticed but I notice every fucking thing about her. She’s all I think about, all I care about, and all I need. She just needs to see this, to believe me. I know I have work to do to gain her trust again. Keeping Leona away from her is a must.
    I don’t know what Leona’s game is but she needs to fucking stop. She’s been blowing my phone up with calls and texts ever since I broke the news to my parents. I knew they’d tell Steen and Sandra, who would tell Leona, but I haven’t been ready to deal with her yet. I’m still pissed about her turning up at the restaurant so I’ve been avoiding all communication with her.
    Ella needed me more than Leona did. My beauty always comes first. Since Ella is out I may as well bite the bullet, so to speak. I pull my phone out and hit dial on her contact. It doesn’t take but four rings before the call connects.
    “Damon.” Leona purrs. I’ve never minded her purred words before but they piss me off now. They do nothing for me and I’m not sure they ever did.
    “Leona,” I reply briskly. “You’ve been trying to ring?” She drops her purr and gets straight to the point.
    “Yes. Are you fucking kidding me, Damon? What the fuck. Why am I hearing from my parents that you’re getting married?” she demands.
    “Because I am,” I snap.
    “Over my dead fucking body. Have you forgotten the evil in you Damon? Have you forgotten who you are? What you are? You’ll ruin her.” I pause and take in her words. Am I really evil? I’m not with Ella. I’ve made mistakes in my life but who the fuck hasn’t?
    “It’s not your fucking choice, Leona. You don’t get a say in this. I nearly fucking lost her because of your kiss. You know I love her but you still kissed me.” I’m fast losing my patience with her. “Ella is the best thing that’s happened to me and I’m not about to lose her.”
    “You don’t need her, baby. You and I, we’re meant to be together. We’re good together and you can’t ruin me. I’m already damaged.” You have got to be fucking kidding me.
    “Not gonna happen, Leona. You know it was never like that for us.” I bite out, trying to keep my tone polite.
    “Yeah well, do I need to remind you of the past? What you did

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