Taryn
I’m standing in the sunlit kitchen of a cozy, familiar house. The scent of fresh bread and herbs fills the air. My fingers brush the soft curve of my belly—round and full with life—and the gentle warmth beneath my shirt reminds me that I carry more than just hope; I carry our future.
My neck tingles beneath my fingertips, and I smile. The mark is there—silver and shimmering against my skin, a promise and a bond I wear proudly. I am mated. I am married to Caz.
The front door swings open, and in he walks, tall and strong, with that familiar quiet strength in his eyes. But he isn’t alone. Behind him, a small boy trails close—dark hair like Caz’s, but eyes that are a clear, bright blue just like mine.
“William,” Caz says softly, voice filled with pride and love. “My little heir.”
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