SAMANTHA'S POV.
“ Why don't I make love to you to confirm if I'm real or not?” Damian said and only then did I snap my eyes open and found him smirking at me..
“What are you doing here?” It was a stupid question but I was outta words to say..
“I came to get my wife back..” he simply said and held onto me tightly so I wouldn't run away from him.
I tapped his chest in an attempt to push him away even though deep down I was happy he came but He wouldn't Burge and his hands around my waist tightened up…
“Stop moving.” He warned and I instantly stopped moving like someone who was possessed.
He heaved a sigh and he laid down with his back against the bed while he stared at the ceiling…
“Can you forgive me? God I just hate it when we fight.” he mumbled and the sadness in his voice broke my heart.
I didn't know if it was pregnancy hormones or what it was but I would always flare up over little things and it's really getting outta hand…