(Damian's POV)
The door had barely closed behind her before the silence hit.
I just stood there with the sleeping baby Luke in my arms, not knowing what to think or do.
"Are you being serious right now?" Naomi snapped at me from my seat.
I exhaled and ran a hand through my hair.
"Not now, Naomi."
"Oh, no," she hissed, standing up abruptly. "It is exactly now!"
I made the mistake of turning to look at her, but quickly looked away. She looked furious.
"The great Damian Blackwood," she mocked, folding her arms. "Feared and respected by all, but reduced to a complete idiot when it comes to his own wife."
My jaw tightened.
"Naomi." I called her coldly. "Watch your tone."
"Or what?" She fired back instantly. "You'll glare at me? Please, I changed your diapers, don't try that nonsense with me, boy."
I looked away, not knowing what else to say.
Naomi scoffed and started pacing.
"You stood there," she continued, "and let the girl walk out, thinking God knows what!"
