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Exhaustion finally catches up with me and starts to shove my excitement out of the way. Closing my eyes, I deeply inhale my mate’s scent, listen to the sound of their breathing as they fall asleep, and give thanks to the Universe that my path crossed with Olarte’s.
We don’t know what we’re going to name them yet. We haven’t decided, and I don’t want to be a jinx, either.
I’m already thinking of them as Peanut as their nickname. It’s what Mom and Dad used to call me when I was little.
Our little Peanut.
Beneath my hand, our baby shifts position a little before settling again.
This is what peace and love and joy feel like.
This is whathomefeels like.
I might have been farborn, but my roaming days are well behind me now.
The End
