Convergent
Eric interrupts, saying, “and we’ll stop it, babe. That bastard won’t keep doing this. Give me the pup, I’ll take it.”
I break free from his grip as the puppy clings even tighter to me. Eric purrs, stroking his back. The little one slowly raises his head from my chest, curious about the sound, and watches it cautiously. After a few minutes, he accepts Eric’s arms, calming down completely, as he buries his small head in Eric’s enormous chest.
We get out, and Boyle is waiting for us outside the hospital. “My queen, kings, we were waiting for you. Is this the little one?”
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