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“I need to call Grace,” I say, dragging a hand down my face. “She needs a name.”

“Well, to me, she’s a princess,” Avery mutters, gently bopping her tiny nose. Observing this tender moment, I realize without a shadow of a doubt that this child will soon have every one of us completely wrapped around her little finger.

Avery’s voice, soft and full of an affection I haven’t often heard from him, echoes in the small room as he dubs the baby a princess. The sight of this tough, often guarded man displaying such tenderness is a poignant reminder of the complex layers within each of us.

The baby, responding to his gentle touch, coos softly, her tiny hand reaching out and wrapping around one of Avery’s fingers. It’s a simple, instinctive action, yet it speaks volumes. In that small gesture, she claims a piece of his heart, a silent but powerful connection forming before my eyes.

I step closer, peering down at her. Her eyes, a deep and curious shade, gaze back at me with an innocence that tugs at my soul. A sense of responsibility washes over me, a protective urge that surges from within. This tiny, vulnerable life already feels like a part of our extended family.

“We’ll take care of her,” I say, my voice a whisper, “until Grace can... and even then, we’ll always be there.”

Avery looks up, his eyes meeting mine. There’s an understanding there, a shared commitment that goes beyond words. We’re more than just a pack. We’re a family bound bychoice and circumstance, ready to embrace this new, unexpected bundle.

As one chapter of our lives closes, I know that this little princess just opened a new one. She’s a beacon of new beginnings, of hope and healing, and as I watch Avery cradle her, I realize that sometimes, amidst chaos and uncertainty, life offers us a glimpse of pure, unadulterated joy.

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