Page 111 of From Angel to Rogue

But she did warn us that he would have occasional nightmares that made him terrified to sleep.

“I don’t think so,” I whispered. “I don’t want him to relive all those memories. But we’ll get him help if this gets frequent and disturbs his daily life.”

She nodded. “He seems to be doing well with us though. He’s happy.”

“Yeah, he’s a good kid.” My soft eyes glided to his sleeping form.

She heaved a heavy sigh. “I don’t think I can sleep anymore tonight. Do you mind if I go get my yarn?”

“Of course not.”

I want to go get it for her, but Luka was in my arms, and I didn’t want to wake him up.

She cast me a small smile and gave a longing look to Luka before she carefully slid her pregnant body out of bed and padded out of the room and my eyes couldn’t stray away from her.

She was almost six months along now. And she more than showed. Her belly was so big that she had to lean back to walk. Since she was carrying twins, they were bigger than usual. I had no idea how my boys grew out of nowhere, but they did.

I inhaled at that thought.My boys.But were they really? I didn’t doubt my Katy. I never could.

Things still weren’t clear about what happened that night.

Katy had already forgotten all about it, but I couldn’t.

The cameras really weren’t working that night at the Fairmount, but there was nothing the Greigewood name couldn’t uncover.

But even then, I couldn’t imagine those kids being anyone’s but mine. It didn’t matter the circumstance, and even biologically, if I wasn’t their father, it wouldn’t matter because I already loved them and felt like their father.

Footsteps halted my thoughts and dragged my eyes to the angel entering the room.

She never looked more beautiful.

Like an ethereal angel, with soft golden hair and a gentle smile on her lips.

And the way she looked at me like I was her whole world.

Her arms were full of a red yarn ball with two needles sticking out on top. Her previous work, which was already twenty inches long, was hanging out of it. There was also a glass of chocolate milkshake in her other hand.

I helped her adjust the pillows and settle her into a comfortable position.

“Thanks, Lan,” she mumbled, sighing as she took a sip of her shake before easing the needles out of the wool ball. Within minutes, her hands were working like magic.

So effortlessly.

Precise and smooth.

I loved watching her knit. There was something peaceful about the way she did it. Like a kind of unwavering calmness overtook her body.

She didn’t even have to worry about her lost skills. She just had to sit with her needles and yarns, and it came naturally to her. Like a long-lost muscle memory.

She was in shock when she started to knit the stitches for the first time. Awe overtook her eyes when she realized that she remembered all her patterns.

And ever since that day, she hasn’t stopped knitting. Even Luka had taken an interest in her hobby and had been helping her like a little assistant.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her while she knitted what she called my ugly sweater, but it looked fine to me. More than fine.

She confessed this was the project she was excited to complete the summer I came to Bellevue and said it felt like a full circle moment that she was back to doing the things that made her happy.

Katy and I didn’t leave Luka’s side that night or the following two days.

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