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“Sarah?” I froze in the doorway. She was standing by the crib, her back to me. The end of a blue blanket trailed over her elbow, and I didn’t need to step in any further to know she was holding my son.
I hadn’t seen him yet, after the battle and the long drive home I had wanted to shower the blood and guts off of me before I officially met him. I didn’t ant to dirty him with the horror that had coated me.
“Ssssh.” She smiled as she turned. Her face was glowing with love as she gazed down at the bundle in her arms. “Is Crystal asleep?”
I nodded silently as I took a hesitant step towards her. My eyes glued to that tiny bundle wrapped in blue.
My son.
Zane.
“Can i?” I was suddenly so nervous. My hand hovering in the air between us. I wanted to touch him, to look at him for the f
