FREYA POV
“It’s really Luna.” “Yes, my daughter.”
I didn't just walk; I ran. My feet pounded against the floor until I reached her, collapsing to my knees to meet her at her size. I still couldn’t believe it. My hands were shaking as I reached out, grabbing her tiny shoulders just to make sure she was solid, that she was really here.
"Luna... Luna," I muttered her name over and over again.
As we crashed into a hug, those motherly hormones surged through me, a fierce, protective heat that made my chest ache. I fought back the tears, refusing to let them blur this moment. I had no idea how Steve had pulled this off, or what he’d had to do to get her here, but all that mattered was that my daughter was right here in my arms.
I closed my eyes and embraced the moment. I was so glad she ran
