Damon's POV
The next day...
"What's this word?" Emily says, showing me her book and pointing to the word she doesn't know.
"Museum," I say, looking at it.
"Muse-E-um," Emily whispers to herself like she does whenever she learns a new word. "What's a museum?" She asks, looking at me with her big doe eyes. Ugh, those eyes.
"It's a building where they keep old art or historical items, and people can come and visit it," I explain in the best way I know how.
"Ohhh," she says, looking back at her book. I use my arm around her waist to pull her closer to me so I can kiss her cheek. I have her sitting on my lap while I do some work at my desk in my office. Ever since what happened two days ago, I've been hesitant to have her too far away from me. I don't want her to get any ideas about hurti
