Chapter 37: Damian

It's been four weeks since Abigail was born and our life now revolves around a recently weighed in seven-pound ten-ounce bundle of fluff. Her feeding schedule gives us about two and a half contented hours and then she turns into a devil child.

Little in our lives is the same. Even the smell of the penthouse has taken on the perfumed baby odor that now clings to us. My mother told me it's a combination of baby shit and baby vomit that makes the scent. I have my doubts but who am I to disagree with a woman especially a mother.

Abigail's eyes are going from blue to green like Lydia's and her hair is growing curlier, thicker, and a more defined red. She follows her admirers with large eyes and graces them with quick smiles and contented gurgles when we least expect it. Our lives have changed for the better and I want a penthouse full of the little rascals.

Today, I have the pleasure of spending the next hour alone with her highness while Lydia goes to the gym to work out for the first t