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My heart swells.
Someday.
Not today. Not tomorrow. Not anytime soon. But someday.
I want this life. This messy, beautiful, terrifying thing called family.
With him.
Jenna shifts Elora slightly. "You want to hold her?"
"Are you serious?"
I wash my hands at the tiny sink, then settle into the chair Reeves vacates for me. Jenna places Elora in my arms, and the world narrows to this one fragile, perfect moment.
She's so light. So impossibly small.
And I'm crying.
