Raiden:
She was asleep, soft and silent against my chest, her breath rising and falling like waves I never wanted to stop feeling. I had one hand curved around her bare back, the other spread wide across her lower stomach—right where that life was growing.
My life.
Maybe. Hopefully.
Didn’t matter. Didn’t f*****g matter.
Because I knew what was mine.
Ella Claire was curled into me like she belonged here, and for the first time in my life, the chaos in my head went quiet. But my body? My blood? It never rested. Not when the world was still out there trying to sink its claws into her.
Sleep was a foreign thing. I didn’t even pretend to chase it. Not tonight. Not when I had everything I never thought I’d deserve lying right here, fragile and perfect in my arms.
I stared at the ceiling
