Chapter 9 - SUNSHINE IN THE WEST WING
One year later.
The West Wing study, once cold and shrouded in cigar smoke, was filled with bright morning sunlight pouring through wide open French doors.
Sitting on the high-pile Persian rug in the center of the room was Damon Reyes, wearing a comfortable black linen shirt, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
Beside him sat four-year-old Ruby, dressed in a bright pink princess gown, busy arranging a set of toy tea cups on top of her famous pink suitcase.
"Here is your tea, Daddy Damon," Ruby giggled happily, handing him a tiny plastic tea cup filled with imaginary tea.
Damon carefully took the cup between two large fingers, pretending to take a dignified sip. "Magnificent, Princess Ruby. Truly the finest tea in the realm."
Standing by the doorway, holding a tray of fresh orange juice, was Selena. She watched the two of them with eyes filled with pure joy and love.
A simple gold band glittered brightly on her left ring finger.
Damon looked up, catching his wife's eye, and smiled warmth that could melt winter ice.
May you like
He reached out his arm, pulling Selena down to join them on the rug beside their daughter.
The dark shadows of the past were completely gone. In their place stood a family bound not by fear or bloodlines, but by unconditional love, fierce loyalty, and the promise of a peaceful future.
