Chapter One Hundred and seventeen

Damien's POV;

Ariana was out like a light by the time we got home. As usual, I carried her into the house.

"Hey mum." I said as she walked towards us.

"Hey sweetie, seemed like you had lots of fun today."

"Is it that obvious?" I asked in amusement.

"You're smiling and you have cotton candy in your hair, what other pointer is there?" She deadpanned. She sighed and gave me a watery smile.

"You look so happy."

"I have my wife with me, of course I'm happy." I raised the sleeping beauty up a little bit and puffed at the weight. I chuckled and she joined in.

"I'm glad you're."

"See you guys later and for goodness sake, Damien use the lift!" She exclaimed.

I chuckled deeply. Of course the lift had always been there but I preferred climbing the stairs for the sake of exercise. Ariana probably thought it wasn't functional so she always used the stairs with me while everyone else used it whenever they wanted to come up to see me. Lazy people.

"See you later mom."

I got into the lift