Damien's POV
Anastasia looks at me with her amazing green eyes widened in anticipation and fear. She looks down at her pants, which are soaked in fluids. I quickly search through my brain for what to do in this situation, and I come up with nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. Panic sets in. What am I supposed to do now? Think, Damien.
"I think I need new pants, and someone to clean the floor," Ana says in laughter. The panic inside me must have been visible on my face. Thank god for my woman, who can stay calm in even the most unusual situations.
"I'll find you some new ones, and get the staff in here asap. Don't worry, mon etolié, I'll be here all the way through. We'll get through this." I answer.
"Are you trying to console me, or yourself?" She asks, laughing even more
