ELISA

"Baby." Mom cried out for me, coming into the room and hugging me tightly.

I threw Damon a glance but he just adjusted his glass frame on his nose and looked elsewhere.

Snitch

"Are you alright?" Mom asked looking all over my body for a supposed injury or something.

This woman, just too dramatic.

"I'm fine mom, if not for Damon insisting on my bedrest I would have been up since yesterday."

I rolled my eyes trying to wiggle out of her grip.

"Well it's a good thing he is insisting, I know you would hurry back to work the moment you're mobile."

My father casually strolled in holding...