King"Quit splashin' me, kid," I mutter, trying to block another wave of bathwater as Eden kicks like she's in training for the goddamn Olympics.She squeals—high, defiant—a baby-sized fuck you. And I can't even be mad.She's mine. Chaos wrapped in pink skin and ten perfect fingers.Her eyes—my eyes—lock on me, bright and wild, already knowing she's had me wrapped around her finger since the second she came screaming into this world.There's so much raw, untainted life in her it damn near hurts to look at. Innocence like that doesn't survive long where I come from. And I'll burn the world down before I let that toxicity touch her.No one lays a hand on my girls.And if they try?They'll die choking on the same hand that built their coffin.The vow settles heavy in my chest as I lift Eden from the tub, wrapping her in a towel almost bigger than she is. She's warm, slippery, and smells like soap and that built-in baby scent that smells like fucking heaven.I carry her into the bedroom.
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