my Billionaire’s baby
His hand, shaking violently, reached out and touched Katie’s back, as if to confirm she was solid.
“Daddy,” Katie whispered, lifting her head from my shoulder.
A broken sound escaped him. He leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes squeezing shut. “I’ve got you, princess. Daddy’s got you.”
We stayed like that for a long moment—a tangled, desperate knot of three people on a filthy floor, surrounded by the aftermath of violence. We were a family, bound together not by love, but by survival, by blood, by the sheer, willful refusal to be broken.
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