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28. He's not him!

I turn away from where he left me standing briefly looking at my brother-in-laws shaking my head. "I'm going to go wake up my daughter." I tell them before turning towards Amira's room. I open her door and step in before closing it behind me.

I walk over to her bed sitting down on the edge of it rubbing her back. "Mira, baby. It's time to wake up." I gently call out to her. She starts to stir turning towards me as she opens her beautiful dark emerald eyes. The same eyes as her father. "Mummy?" She asks me with the sweetest voice. I nod my head smiling at her. "Mummy's here sweetie. I'm so sorry you had a nightmare last night and that mummy wasn't here to help you." I say to her still rubbing her back. She yawns and sits up hugging my waist. "It's otay mummy. Daddy helped me." She tells me like I didn't witness the man that looks like her father in here. Hearing her say that breaks my heart even more. But I can't keep telling her that the man that I've shown her pictures of that she's now seeing in person isn't her father. If we ever do get the real Damian back she's going to be so confused. "That's great sweetie. I'm so happy he helped you." I tell her as I stand up from her bed. She nods her head happily jumping out of bed. I get her dressed before walking downstairs.

When I walk into the kitchen I see Rachel and Gar sitting at the island talking with Alfred. "Auntie Wae!" My daughter exclaims running over to Rach holding her arms up for her aunt to lift her up, before she can though Gar snatches her off the ground placing her on his lap. I smile watching them with her as Amira giggles squirming in her uncle's lap trying to climb over to Rachel.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask them as I step over the threshold. I walk over to Alfred and grab the mug he holds out to me with a grateful smile on his face. "Damian called us asking us for help." Gar explains as he tickles my daughter who finally manages to break away from him and climbs onto Raven's lap who hugs her closely. "Oh. Okay." I respond shrugging my shoulders. "Did he say what he needed help with?" I ask them as I lean against the island watching my little girl. Rach shakes her head looking up meeting my gaze. 

"He called this morning saying that he needed mine and Garfield's assistance. Before he could elaborate we hear Jason and Dick yelling at him through the phone. What was that about?" She explains before asking the one question I was dreading. "Yes Miss. Mykie why were the young masters yelling?" Alfred finally pipes up looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I sigh sadly as I place my mug down beside me. "I found him in Mira's room last night." I simply state looking at them inspecting my rings. "Wait what? Why was he in her room?" Gar asks confused casting a glance at my little angel in his girlfriend's lap. "He told me that he heard her crying last night so he went in to help calm her down." I explain as I watch her playing with Raven's bracelets. "When I saw him in there I got mad. I told him to get out and I starting tearing into him in the hallway. I asked him what gave him the right to be in her room.  What he said to me enraged me." I continue looking back up at them. "What did he say?" Gar questions me turning in his chair to face me. "His exact words were, 'You mean besides being her father?'" I tell them all three of them gasp not expecting my response. "He knows that she's his daughter?" Ray pipes up her gaze flicking between me and Amira. "I snapped at him that he wasn't her father. That her father died four years by the hands of his mother." I finish shame evident on my face. 

"Mykie why would you say that to him?" Gar chastises me shaking his head. My defenses go up. "How many times do I have to tell you all? That man is not my Damian. He looks like him, talks like him, he even acts like him. But he's not him. No matter how much I want him to be he's just not. He's the ghost of my husband. That's not her dad. I will only see him as her father once all his memories are unlocked. Until then he's not." I defend myself crossing my arms over my chest. All three of them freeze in place gazing past me. The sound of someone's throat being cleared is what makes me turn around. When I do, Damian is standing there leaning against the archway.