DAMIEN
“Oh my boy!” my mom cried over the phone.
“Mom, I’m okay,” I assured her. There was a lot of crying on the other end of the phone, and I figured I had pretty much lost her.
“Damien?” my father’s voice interrupted the crying.
“Yes, Dad,” I answered.
“It’s good to hear your voice. Lily texted us a bit ago, but we were waiting for her to tell us to come to the clinic. She asked that we give you a minute,” he said.
“Thanks, Dad. We needed it. Actually, I wanted to ask you about that,” I said.
“What is it? Is something wrong?” he asked quickly.
“No, no. Everything is fine. I was just wondering if you two might keep the kids tonight? I really want to see everyone, especially them, but I would like to have tonight with Lily if that’s alright,” I explained.
“Sure, Damien,” h
