65 A doting grandfather and A devoted maid

Meanwhile, Isla stood up from the bed after Amelia had gone to get her breakfast. She took the folded shawl on the nightstand and covered her upper back with it. The ends flowed down her bent arms as she placed both of her hands on her belly.

''Good morning, Damien.'' Isla smiled down at her bump as she made her way to the chair by the window and sat down gently.

''You are growing bigger everyday which makes me happy. Mother can't wait for for you to come out of there.'' Isla started one of her morning routines and that was to talk to her son. Earlier, she took her bath with Amelia's help and dressed in a plain pink a-line gown that left her upper back exposed and that's why she needed a shawl.