Soren's Pov
"How was your childhood, Catherine?" Darcy asked, her voice gentle as she leaned forward in her chair.
Esme chose that moment to give a sharp tug on my hair, pulling my attention away. I groaned softly, carefully prying her tiny, determined fists loose. She had woken up the moment we drove back to Darcy's villa after our earlier fight, and she seemed to like the therapist almost as much as Darcy clearly adored her. There had been a small mountain of wrapped gifts waiting for Esme in the living room when we arrived.
I think Darcy was proud of me. The warm glint in her eyes said it all. That one broken boy she had treated years ago was now a father, sitting in on his fiancée's therapy session, trying to build a healthy life. We had caught up briefly before Catherine's session started, but Esme had quickly grown restless, so I found myself in the corner of the cozy office, doing my best to quietly entertain her.
