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 an, I’m a sucker for a good looker, and guess they are too." I casually
chid in.
Just then, a different nurse arrived. She was a bit older and probably more experienced. She asked 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 sothing 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."
I reached out to take Serena from Damon’s arms. As the nurse was instructing on how to hold her for
the injection, Damon suddenly voiced his concern, "Will this be a one-shot deal?"
The nurse hesitated for a second. The marks from the previous jab were still evident on Serena’s forehead. She appeared sowhat embarrassed, "The previous nurse was a bit jittery due to lack of experience. I can assure you that I’ll get it right the first ti."
Damon’s stern look softened a bit upon hearing this. He seed even more concerned for Serena than I was, though I had no proof of this.
This ti, thankfully, the procedure was successful. Serena let out a small cry, but at least the IV was now in place. I carried her to the IV room, which was deserted at this late hour. There were only ,
Serena, Luna, and Damon.
Brandon was still at Luna’s place, who herself was a mother of three. I suggested that she should head back first, "Luna, why don’t you head back ho? I’ll take a cab once Serena’s done with her fluids."
"Why taking a cab?" Luna’s gaze landed on Damon as she retorted, "Isn’t there a ready-made driver right here?"
Damon was engrossed in his phone, seemingly replying to so ssages. At Luna’s words, he lifted his gaze, neither agreeing nor refusing outright Luna inquired, "Damon, are you in a hurry to get back?"
"No." Damon replied
"Great, then could you please see this good deed through and drop Eliana and the kid at my place later?" Luna sfood up with her bag slung over her shoulder, ready to leave.
"Uh-huh," Damon responded curtly, without uttering a single unnecessary word. He and Luna always seed to clash, Conversation was always limited between them.
I was worried that it was dangerous and inconvenient for Luna to head back alone, as she would need a cab or soone else to pick her up. So, I mustered up the courage to ask Damon if he could drop her off first.
To my surprise, Luna instantly declined, "No need. I don’t get along with this guy. I fear it might bring bad luck if I ride in his car!"
Damon’s expression darkened as he retorted coldly, "Good. I wasn’t planning on offering a ride anyway."
"Hmph," Luna grunted before hastily exiting, leaving just Damon, Serena, and in the IV room.
I was feeling quite tired, and the alcohol was making my head swim slightly. But I had to hold Serena, so I struggled to keep my eyes open.
The false eyelashes Luna had applied were too dense and were starting to loosen, obstructing my vision. The discomfort forced to blink incessantly.
"You’ve got a twitch in your eye?" Damon noticed my strange behavior and asked bluntly.
"No!" I quickly lifted my gaze to look at Damon, causing the right eyelash to dislodge partially, leaving only
a bit of glue stuck to my eyeliner.
There was an awkward pause. Damon, seated quite close to and without any vision impairnt, had a clear view of the false eyelash dangling from my eye.
He extended his hand, gently pinching the false eyelash, and pulled it off in one swift
motion.
"These things don’t suit you," Damon tossed the false eyelash into the trash can before comnting on my
make-up, "Your style is different from Luna’s, no need to force yourself into this spicy, seductive look."
His words made feel a bit awkward. Indeed, the look didn’t suit . But Luna wanted to try it out, and I didn’t refuse.
But what did he have to do with it?
With that thought, my embarrassnt evaporated, and I responded nonchalantly, "I don’t see how it’s any of your business"
"True, it’s not." Damon’s words were barely out when his hand deftly yanked off the other false eyelash.
The sudden pain caught off guard, making gasp.
I would have let out a string of expletives if I wasn’t worried about waking Serena.
Biting back my anger, I questioned him, "Damon, are you out of your mind? Couldn’t you have given a
heads up before ripping it off?"
At my words, Serena woke up and started crying. It seed she was uncomfortable. I slled a whiff and imdiately realized she might have got a diarrhea again.
In such a situation, it would be impossible for to handle it alone. I needed soone to hold Serena to prevent the needle from dislodging.
Seeing my predicant, Damon reached out to take Serena from , even before I had a chance to ask.
The nanny had packed so diapers and wipes, making things a bit easier. As I bent over to change Serena’s diaper, I reminded Damon without lifting my head, "It’s a bit stinky. Bear with it."
"Mm-hmm," Damon responded simply.
I thought he would be repulsed. After all, in his mind, this was not his child.
Yet, throughout the process, Damon didn’t so much as wrinkle his brow or turn away to avoid the sll.
Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on my hands and finally comnted, "You seem quite adept at this."
"Duh, if I can’t change a diaper after half a year, do I even qualify as a parent?" I responded matter-of- factly.
"I don’t know how to do these things." Damon suddenly blurted out.
"It’s fine if you don’t. Hiram’s grown up now. He doesn’t need you to change his diapers." I replied, finding his statent rather strange.
But Damon didn’t seem too pleased with my response. He retorted, "It’s not too hard to learn." I couldn’t fathom why he wanted to learn to change diapers.
But I didn’t have the energy to guess. Serena had her diaper changed, but she still seed uncomfortable. I needed to hold her and walk around a bit to distract her.
"I’ll grab the IV stand." Damon, seemingly aware of my intentions, took the stand on which drip bag was hanged. "Let’s carry her around a bit. It might make her feel better."
I gave him a silent glance, said nothing, and began to walk around. I cradled the child in my arms, and she seed to relax a bit as soon as I started moving. She occasionally looked around, her eyes filled
with curiosity about everything in sight.
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