The Luna's Tattoos
I’d nearly died, fought, birthed a daughter, and now here I was—whole, loved, a mother, a Luna, free.
Lucien’s voice broke through, playful and loud. “Get over here, babe, your daughter wants you!”
I grinned, pushing off the bench, my sandals slapping the pavement as I ran to them. “I’m coming, baby!” I scooped Natalie from the horse, her arms wrapping my neck, her laugh bright as I kissed her cheek. Lucien’s eyes met mine, warm and deep, and he leaned in, his lips brushing mine, soft and sure, love pouring through the touch.
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