Taking Mia to work was exhausting, but every time she smiled at Damon, it made everything worth it.


    "She''ll be fine. Didn''t you just say she loves us both equally? She''ll cry for a bit, but


    if


    you stop taking her to the office, she''ll get used to being at home," N reasoned.


    Seeing N''s determination, Damon finally relented. "Alright, we''ll try it tomorrow. But if she cries too much, you''ll have to take her to the office."


    "Deal!" N said.


    ...


    After getting ready for work the next morning, Damon kissed Mia on the cheek and headed for the door.


    As soon as he changed his shoes at the entrance, she reached her little arms toward him, asking to be held. She had grown so ustomed to going to the office with him every day that it had be a reflex.


    Damon nced at N. "N, maybe today we should—"


    N interrupted, "Nope. You go to work. And if you''re free for lunch, don''t bothering home. If you need to workte, no rush toe back either."


    Damon chuckled. "You''re really pulling out all the stops just to bond with Bunny, huh?"


    "What? I have no idea what you''re talking about. I''m just thinking about thepany''s best interests," N denied.


    "Alright, alright. I''m heading out then," Damon said.


    "Drive safe," N reminded him.


    ...


    An hourter, Damon was in the middle of a meeting when his phone rang. It was N.


    "What''s wrong?" he asked.


    "Damon... Bunny won''t stop crying. I''m on my way to the office now. I''ll hand her over to you," N said.


    As soon as Damon left, Mia started


    crying. No matter how much N tried tofort her, nothing worked. Seeing her baby cry so hard she


    started hupping broken


    heart so she had the driver take


    them to the office.


    "Alright, don''t panic. Put me on speaker. I''ll talk to her," Damon reassured her.


    Signaling Spencer to pause the meeting, Damon stepped out of the room.


    He coaxed Mia over the phone,


    speaking to her gently until she finally calmed down. He continued soothing her until N arrived at his office, carrying Mia.


    Seeing Mia''s tear-streaked face, Damon immediately took her into his arms and rocked her gently.


    Watching him soothe their daughter so effortlessly, N let out a resigned sigh. Maybe it really was best to let things stay as they were.


    For Mia''s first birthday, Damon and N threw her a small celebration, inviting only close family and friends.


    Guests brought gifts for a traditional gift-picking ceremony, where the baby would pick an item to symbolize her future.


    Vrie brought a golden te, while Brandon gifted a golden spoon.


    N couldn''t help butugh. "You two really think alike. Your gifts are practically the same."


    "They''re totally different!" Vrie


    argued. "If she picks mine, she''ll


    probably grow up to be a


    government official. If she picks


    Brandon''s, she''s destined to


    be a


    food critic What about you guys


    What did you prepare?"


    "I got her a book, and Damon picked a brush. My dad prepared a piano-oh, and


    we also have a mortarboard," N answered.


    Vrie nodded. "Sounds good. But mine''s the biggest and shiniest. Bunny will definitely choose itter!"


    Brandon shot her a look. "By that logic, my spoon is the longest. She''s going for mine."


    "Length doesn''t matter. Bigger is better!" Vrie retorted.


    She red at Brandon, who instantly backed down, nodding. "Right, right. Whatever my wife says is always right."