Raising The Child Of My Ruin

o her apartment, her mind spinning. The air was thick with tension as Cassian

t her chest. His tiny body was warm, his breaths shallow but steady. He smelled of soft

mething tighten pai

onto the floor. He stood silently, his gaze fixed on her, wat

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ot fo

the couch without looking at him. Sh

ssian crossed his arms

shifting the baby in her arms. "Y

ened, but he

d in the room was the baby's soft breathing a

are head-on. His eyes were darker than she remembered-sharper, haunt

gr

sed to let h

w but steady. "I'll feed him. But that's it, C

shoulders loosening s

oubte

no strength

low, measured. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to be careful, to

she could feel Cassian's eye

gnore

arms. He was so small, so fragile. The painful ache in her chest deepened as memories of her ow

er arms, the grief clawed it

rply, forcing h

dn't fal

t in front

softly, his tiny mo

y a second before surren

longing, an aching sense of loss. She closed her eyes, trying to block i

ssed in he

saw Cassian standing in the do

ed, but no wo

ars, there was something in his

ngerously cl

ied her more th