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Chapter 55

Author: Samantha Ely
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-21 06:56:51

Aristide

Sunlight slipped through the tall windows, golden and quiet, soft as a whispered promise. It painted lines across the white sheets tangled around us, and warmed the hardwood floors beneath our feet. But none of it dared to wake her.

My Izzy lay curled against me, her body nestled into mine like we were two puzzle pieces shaped for each other. One of her legs was tangled with mine, her cheek resting against my chest, her hair a dark spill across my skin. Her hand rested lightly over my heart, as if it were instinct. Like, even in sleep, she knew exactly where I was.

I didn’t move... I didn’t want to.

My arm was wrapped around her waist, my other hand laced through hers, fingers resting just above the barely-there swell of her stomach.

Our child.

I’d faced death. Killed men. Led soldiers and sat across from traitors. But nothing… not even the strike we’d pulled off last night, had hit me the way it did to hold my wife and the life we’d made. She breathed slowly, evenly. Safe. L
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