Daphne had never wanted to get attached to anyone. She didn't want to need or rely on anything other than herself, and she was convinced that depending on anyone would only serve to drag her down.
It seemed that, in a way, she was right. So far, this situation she had gotten herself in had done nothing but harm her. Her reputation was already at stake, and yet that was the least of her worries now. Daphne had her son and her life to worry about now too, and yet despite that, she couldn't imagine being anywhere but here right now, with him. And now, no matter what, they were connected to each other forever.
Daphne wasn't sure yet if she liked that thought or not. Well, actually, she knew she did, and that was why it was so frightening for her.
His lips were exactly what she needed, and his kiss calmed her more than she would ever care to admit. "I know, Miles. I do too."
He held her even as Liam began to stir, and when Miles placed his hand on his son's forehead, she knew from the look on his face that things were already getting better.
Daphne bent forward just a bit, smiling at the boy. "Hey there handsome," she said softly, wondering if he could see her. "Are you hungy? I'll make you whatever you want."