His Love Changed Everything [ON HOLD]

Chapter 5 (Damon's POV)

This story is written in Shawna's eldest brother Damon's point of view. In the starting part he's 19 but there's a flashback which brings him back all the way to when he was 3-4 years. Hope you guys like this and please don't forget to comment, vote and fan me. I would sincerely appreciate if I could get your honest reviews about this chapter; past and future ones to come((: THANKS.. Oh and I dedicate this chapter to all that have read and liked it from the start=D

She was so happy. I could just stand here and watch her laugh all her life without anything in the world to sustain me. I know this sounds stalkish but what can I do, she's the light of the family. She's my little sister and I would do anything to keep her out from the grasps of those who threaten kill her existence. 

It saddens me to think at one point in time when she was still a baby that I couldn't stand the thought of her and that it took a small little smile on her face to change everything. I was only three but I understood stuff that no three year old could. Father was never around and always off to do King related stuff and when Mother tried to persuade him into taking a little time off to spend time with us, he right out told her that there was nothing more important to him then attending to the packs all round the world who need their king more than his sons need their father.  

I was shocked to hear what Father had to say. But while Mother sat sobbing on the bed, she asked if that's what he was going to do to the baby girl that was growing inside of her. He looked back at her with confusion on his face and then he understood what she was telling. Father promised to always be there for her and Mother stopped crying. There's this one thing he said that made me, from that moment, not like the baby that was in my Mother. 

"I will always be there for my Daughter no matter what." 

He would always take time off his work in the Palace Office to join mother in the gardens and he was always there when Mother went to the doctors'. I know I was young but whenever I went over to the Nanny's room I would always say, "I hate that baby". The Nanny would always say that 'HATE' was a very strong word and that it was wrong to say things like that even when the baby has not been born. Mother was always talking to her stomach and she would always ask me to come and feel the baby kick but I was young and I still hated the baby for getting everything I never got. 

Everywhere I went around the Palace grounds, everyone would bow and call me Prince, but what's the use of the title when the one that is getting all the attention was the baby that wasn't even born yet. It didn't make sense at all not to a four year old at least. All those times where I would sulk my way back to my room to always find the Nanny waiting on the couch for me. She was the only person I could talk to and she was the only person that would understand whatever I was saying and console me. The best part about this Nanny was that she would always tell me stories, stories about the PURE White Wolf. I always loved that story and it was the only time of the day that I would really enjoy. 

Months flew by and the baby was born. Father, as he promised, was always there to take care of Mother and the baby. He was always so protective of her. The minute he hears her crying, he would always run to her cradle and carry her, soothing her cries with baby talk. When the servants walked by the cradle to take a glance at the baby, Father would always rush to her side and never let anyone else besides Mother and the Nanny to carry her. She was to be protected at all times.

The day my view of the baby changed was the day I actually looked at her. It happened when the Nanny was too busy in the kitchen to pay heed to her cries. Father was in the office and Mother was with the triplets in the children's wing of the Palace. Her cries were just too loud and annoying. I just wanted to take something and put it inside her mouth just so she would shut up! And at that time, I was watching my favorite cartoon (what? Being a Prince doesn't mean that I cant watch cartoon right?). So yeah, her cries were just too loud. I got up from my place and walked over to her cradle. I was taking my time walking towards her and it took everything in me not to turn my back and just let her cry all she want.