Maya's POV
I stood mesmerized by the explosion of pink decorating our garden for Winona's second birthday. It seemed the entire world had been transformed into a rosy wonderland for my precious daughter.
My little angel was cradled in Ophelia's arms, completely captivated by a massive pink butterfly decoration hovering near the elaborate cake table. At just two years old, Winona had inherited Damon's jet-black hair, but her delicate features mirrored my own. With her innocent charm and heart-melting smile, she had everyone wrapped around her tiny finger.
"You should be sitting down," Damon's deep voice startled me as he appeared beside me.
I rolled my eyes playfully. "I'm carrying a child, not suffering from an illness."
"A child who's due any day now," he countered, concern evident in his expression. "Remember what happened with Winona? All that walking around the garden, and suddenly we were racing to the hospital."
