Raising The Child Of My Ruin

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teady, his little hands clenched into fists as he nestled into her. She should have put him down in the crib

ight of him was a comfort

eyes never leaving her. He had been watching her all nig

woul

hispered, "Wha

lightly, like he hadn't ex

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ngely fitting. She glanced down at the baby-Leon.

ather, are you?"

his answer came with

Leon's cheek. She already knew the answer, but hearing it

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d yet, something about his voice unsettled her. There was m

weighed heavily on her. Instead, she looked bac

she murmured, mo

didn't

tension between them was thick, suffo

ere. Hated that despite everything, sh

nally, her voice barely above a whisper.

arkened. "That's

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line, but he didn't argue. He

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g in her chest. She had bought herself time-tim

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