Epilogue
Six Months Later Troye was pacing the living room, phone pressed tightly to his ear, heart pounding in his chest. The faint sound of distressed mewling echoed from the other room, and it was driving him into a spiral. “Babe, where are you?” he said breathlessly, near panic. “I’m almost there,” came Nicco’s voice on the other end, calm but urgent. “I’m already inside the building—going up now.” Troye swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair. Scarlet had been whining for the past hour, and something about her cries made his chest twist. She was in labor. Actually in labor. And he had no idea what he was supposed to do. It was her first pregnancy. His, too, in a way. And he hated feeling so helpless. Just then, the front door swung open. Nicco stepped inside, eyes sharp as they i
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