New Blood
Layla purrs inside my mind, her joy sparking through me.
Drake brushes my hair from my face and kisses me again, then rests his forehead on mine.
“I’m so proud of you.”
That’s all it takes—I squeal, completely overcome. He laughs, kissing my cheeks, my nose, my lips. Each spark dances across our skin, grounding us. For just a moment, the chaos fades. There’s no war, no fear—just us, breathing in the calm.
Then—
“Okay, we get it, it’s a big deal. Congrats, Mum. But seriously—you’re in the kitchen. Take your tongues somewhere else so I can finish my coffee without vomiting.”
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