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Build wards.

Face down Witches.

I can even survive hanging upside down from a fucking wish tree while half of Arrhythmia takes pictures.

But this?

This woman saying our baby like it's the most wonderful thing in the world? I'm fucking helpless.

“Are you happy?” I ask.

“Damian.”

“I know you said you are. I just need⁠—”

“Look at me.”

I do.

“I am happy.”

Relief hits me anyway.

“I want this baby.”

My eyes burn.

“I want you. And I want our family.”

She slides her arms around my neck.

“I want you too. I love you so much..”

I pull her against me. Carefully. Probably too carefully.

She laughs.

“I'm pregnant, Damian. I'm not made of glass.”

“Humor me.”

“We found out this morning and you're already ridiculous.”

“I was ridiculous before.”

“That is true.”

I narrow my eyes. She kisses my jaw.

“Did I tell you I love you?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Two minutes ago.”

“That long?”