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We lay there for a long time, just breathing.
After a while, he spoke. “You scared me, out there. With my dad. I thought—”
I cut him off, thumb brushing his cheek. “He’s never touching you again. Not while I’m alive.”
He exhaled, tension melting out of him. “Okay.”
I kissed his forehead, then his nose, then his mouth. “Love you, Carter.”
He smiled, tired and beautiful. “Love you too, Macon.”
We drifted off, tangled together, the world outside silent but for the wind and the sound of our hearts slowing together. Forthe first time, I didn’t dream of the past. I dreamed of a future, the two of us, the baby, a life that was ours and only ours.
And when I woke, he was still there, still mine.
Always.
