Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 215: Devotion

–Damon–

I stayed at home, checking on my son through the nanny cam in his nursery. Jane arrived late, but she’s looking after him now. I don’t know how long I’m supposed to wait, but knowing there are people out there hunting my wife... it twists something in my gut that refuses to settle. I must’ve dozed off, but every dream I had was a damn nightmare.

I glanced at the sofa where Grandpa had fallen asleep, exhausted after giving out more commands than any man his age should. He kept trying to contact Livana, but we couldn’t get through to her. Jane confirmed she was safe, but it didn’t ease the anxiety clawing at my stomach.

My phone buzzes—Livana? No. The number is unfamiliar, probably one of the untraceable ones.

Zero: Will be home shortly. We also found Caine safe and sound. ~loveu

I pressed my lips together, feeling that stupid, indescribable warmth—whatever people feel when they’re over the moon. I just stared at the message. God, I can’t wait to see her.

A familiar cry echoed down the hall. The door was wide open, so it was easy to rush to my son if something was wrong. But Jane was there—she’d protect him. Still, I headed to the nursery and found him in his crib while Jane changed his diapers.

She glanced up at me.

"Is he hungry?" I asked.

"He doesn’t want to drink from the bottle," Jane muttered. "I’ll check on Laura..."

I nodded. That might work. Jane carried my son to the other room. I’m grateful Laura’s here to feed him when he acts up. He needs his mother’s embrace and lullaby. He knows her voice better than anything.

My wife. God, I hope she’s close to home. To me, she’s the only one worth living for.

I stopped when Caine arrived—blood on his clothes. I approached him immediately. He was catching his breath as he handed me a drive.

"I fished this out from the Dela Vega residence. Livana had everything wiped out."

I looked down at the hard drive.

"This contains every information and every route we had. Some of them were detected through the GPS of our trailers."

I clenched the drive.

"That’s why when we used Livana’s trucks, we were undetected."

"Yes."

I grabbed his arm. "Are you bleeding?"

He shook his head. "I only got scratches, but most of the blood isn’t mine."

The door opened from Laura’s room.

"Jane," I called, and she nodded.

"Let’s go downstairs, Caine."

Caine followed Jane. I clenched the drive tighter.

I’ll wait for my wife to look at this.

She’s the tech genius—not me.

And I want her home before I tear apart the world looking for her again.

–Livana–

I barely slept, but somehow I drifted off in the truck that transported cleaning supplies back to the mansion. The sharp scent clung to the air, so I kept my mask on the entire ride. Sophia and Deanne stayed behind at our hidden base. They needed to hold the line while I returned home.

When the truck finally rolled into the garage, Damon was waiting by the kitchen. Just standing there. Just... waiting for me.

I smiled and walked toward him. He didn’t say a word—just scooped me up and carried me inside while I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pressed a kiss to my forehead as he brought me up to our bedroom.

"Want to see our son?" he asked.

"Hmm... I need to bathe first. And eat."

"Perfect. Chef Wally prepared something warm for you."

He set me down gently on the carpet near the bathtub. I couldn’t stand the smell of the cleaning supplies on my skin. Damon started preparing the bath, and watching him like that—focused, steady, gentle—was enough to warm every tired part of me.

My sweet, obsessive husband.

He undressed me and followed me into the tub. He washed my hair, scrubbed my skin, and tended to me like he did back when I was still blind during the early days of our marriage. Back when he insisted on doing everything for me. Washing, drying my hair, brushing it, rubbing lotion into my skin, dressing me...

Nothing changed.

Afterward he carried me to the little table by the window where a steaming meal waited.

"I’ll get our baby. He’s feeding from Laura," he said.

"That’s good."

He left, and I ate in quiet peace. When I finished, Damon returned with Sky, holding him proudly.

"Hello, my beautiful Sky."

My son cooed, his voice bright and high-pitched with excitement. I reached for him and hugged him close, snuggling into his warmth. I looked up at Damon as he leaned down to kiss me.

"Have you eaten?" I asked.

"A little."

I tilted my head toward the second plate in front of me. He sat and started eating, even though the food had already cooled. I watched him while he took each bite—my handsome, beautiful husband.

He glanced at me with a crooked grin.

"You never look at me like that."

I giggled and lifted Sky to feed him. He latched quickly.

"Hey, he just ate with his aunt," Damon complained.

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

"No, babe. This part is always for him."

Sky shot Damon a tiny side-eye while feeding. Damon glared back, and Sky looked away dramatically. They were ridiculous. And adorable. My son already had his father’s attitude.

Once he was full, he fell asleep almost instantly. I placed him gently in the crib while Damon cleared the plates and set them outside for the maids.

When he closed the door, he turned to me with a slow grin. I wiped my breasts clean and watched him approach.

"Now," he murmured, "I think I deserve some time with my wife."

I wrapped my arms around his nape.

"Make me come. A lot. And let’s try not to be too loud."

His grin sharpened.

"I have ways to keep you from shouting."

I smacked his arm as he laid me on the bed.

"Fuck me hard," I told him.

He chuckled.

"Babe, I can’t wreck you." He tapped my nose. "But I promise you’ll have your fill."

We made love with protection—three times wasn’t enough for either of us. On the fourth, exhaustion won. We fell asleep wrapped tightly around each other, finally letting our bodies rest after a long, chaotic night.

But rest never lasts long.

Sky’s cry woke me. I carefully untangled myself from Damon, pulled the duvet over him, and slipped on my robe. I changed Sky’s diaper and cleaned him up. When I opened the door, my mother-in-law stood there.

"Liva," she said softly. "I can take Sky. You and Damon should sleep."

"Thank you, Mom."

She took my son into her arms. Sky cooed as she kissed his head.

"I’ll handle everything, my dear. Go rest."

She kissed my temple, and I returned to the room. Damon was already sitting up, as if he sensed my absence.

I grinned, slipped the robe off, climbed into his lap, and reached for a condom.

"I think I can ride you from here."

He laughed and agreed. After a few powerful waves of pleasure, he laid me down, tossed the used condom, and snuggled close again, burying his face against my neck.

"I don’t know where you go," he whispered. "It scares me. I don’t ever want you to leave."

I stroked his hair. He pressed his face between my breasts like a child clinging to his mother.

"Hey... I need to work," I reminded him gently. "People depend on me. And you promised, didn’t you?"

"You protected me and the family this time," he murmured.

"Yes. Always." I kissed his forehead while he held on to me like I might disappear. "The only thing I ask is this: our son. Protect him. Care for him. Love him more than anything."

He stiffened slightly.

"I don’t like the way you’re saying that."

He already felt it. He already understood.

"I’ll be leaving," I said quietly, "and it’ll be far. And for a long time. There are things I have to settle." I exhaled. "My husband... do you understand me?"

He hugged me tighter.

"Don’t go..."

"It’s work," I whispered, holding him just as tightly. "I’ll come back. I’ll leave next month. Until then... Sky needs you. He needs his father."

Because no matter how obsessed he was with me... he had to learn how to choose our son first.

"Damon,"

"Yes, I understand, my wife. Just come back to me."

"Yes," I giggled softly, brushing my fingers through his hair. "Don’t worry. I’ll stay with you all the time until then. Maybe we can even have a whole day just for us. Sky likes Jane so much anyway."

"Hmm."

He nodded—just before I felt his warm tongue on my left nipple. I gasped and immediately tugged his hair back.

"Hey," I giggled, breath unsteady. "That’s for Sky."

"He can drink from the bottle. Or from Laura." His voice was low, possessive. "But these—" he cupped my breasts with both hands, "—are mine for today."

He said it so seriously, yet so childishly, that I couldn’t stop laughing. My ridiculous, brilliant, obsessive husband.

It was adorable, truly.

Adorable and dangerous.

Right...

I really need to stop pretending that I can restrain myself.

I love him.

I love him far too much. Even if I know—deep down—his love for me borders on madness. His devotion is a level I can’t match, no matter how fiercely I try.

But still... I love him.

And that, perhaps, is what scares me most.