Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 279

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 279**

**Chapter 279**

**Amelia’s POV**

With a sense of purpose, I guided Damien and the girls toward the examination room, a small space that felt both sterile and comforting. Inside, Stacy perched on the edge of the exam bed, her legs swinging slightly as Dr. Wyatt began her thorough examination. I positioned myself a few feet away, maintaining a watchful distance, my curiosity piqued as I observed the scene unfold. Beside me, Amy stood, her small frame almost dwarfed by Damien’s presence on her other side, creating a protective barrier around her.

From my vantage point, Stacy appeared to be in excellent health, her vibrant spirit shining through as she engaged in easy conversation with Dr. Wyatt. The doctor’s questions were met with Stacy’s cheerful responses, each answer punctuated by a bright smile.

“How are you liking school this year?” Dr. Wyatt inquired, her tone warm and inviting.

“It’s okay, but it’s school, you know?” Stacy replied, her voice light and carefree.

“How are you feeling overall?” Dr. Wyatt pressed on, her eyes narrowing slightly as she assessed Stacy’s demeanor.

“Tired sometimes, but okay,” Stacy admitted, her honesty refreshing.

“Do you get enough sleep?” Dr. Wyatt continued, jotting down notes as she observed.

“Yeah,” came the simple reply, a hint of youthful nonchalance in her tone.

As the questions dwindled and Dr. Wyatt shifted her focus to examining Stacy’s ears and heart, I stole a sidelong glance at Damien.

He was even more striking than I remembered, a fact that both thrilled and bewildered me. How was it possible for him to look even more handsome than he had at the Alpha Ball? His hair was slightly disheveled, yet he was impeccably clean-shaven, as if he had just taken a razor to his face moments before. The slight ruggedness of his appearance was undeniably attractive, igniting a spark of admiration within me.

I quickly chastised myself. This was neither the time nor the setting for such thoughts—especially with the girls present.

My gaze dropped, and I caught Amy looking up at me with wide, curious eyes.

“Daddy was worried about his suit today,” she chimed in, her voice filled with innocent enthusiasm.

“Oh?” I replied, feigning surprise, though my heart warmed at the thought.

“Amy,” Damien interjected, his tone light yet firm.

But Amy was undeterred. “I think he was worried if you would like it,” she continued, her little face beaming with mischief.

While I was certain that wasn’t the true reason behind Damien’s concern, the notion was sweet enough to make me chuckle softly. Damien shot a playful glare at Amy, who merely grinned back, unfazed.

“Amy, that’s enough,” he said, though his voice lacked any real authority.

She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Daddy looks extra handsome today, don’t you think so? He spent a lot of time shaving.”

“Amy, please,” Damien sighed, covering his face with his hand. Beneath it, I noticed a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks, a sight that was utterly charming.

I never imagined I would witness an Alpha in a moment of embarrassment, and I found myself captivated, eager to see more of this side of him.

The entire exchange was heartwarming. Amy beamed up at her father, undeterred by his playful reprimand. His patience with the girls seemed boundless, and honestly, there was nothing more appealing to me than a devoted father.

If I hadn’t already harbored feelings for Damien, this moment would have surely ignited a spark.

As Dr. Wyatt wrapped up the examination, Amy took a few steps closer to the bed to check on her sister. In that brief moment of distraction, Damien moved nearer to me, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper, likely to avoid drawing the girls’ attention. “I’m sorry about her,” he said, a hint of exasperation lacing his words.

“I don’t mind,” I replied sincerely, a smile tugging at my lips. “I think it’s cute.”

He muttered something under his breath, a low grumble that suggested he didn’t quite agree with my assessment.

No, he wasn’t just cute—he was breathtakingly handsome. Yet, I sensed that compliment would not be well-received in this moment.

“Well,” Damien continued, his tone shifting slightly. “I’m sure Ian wouldn’t approve of her meddling. He always seemed rather possessive of you.”

“I don’t care what he thinks anymore,” I said firmly, the words spilling out before I could fully process them. Realizing I should provide some context, I added, “I rejected him.”

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