Babysitting the Billionaire's son
That warmth — that small, simple joy — filled the cracks inside me that grief once hollowed out.
I held him close, fingers brushing through his soft hair, his scent full of sunshine and innocence. This is my peace, I thought. This is what I was praying for — not silence, not escape, but this kind of quiet happiness.
Time slowed. The wind picked up, carrying the sound of birds calling from the distance. The sky above began to change blue melting into soft pinks and golds as the sun inched toward the horizon. I leaned back against the blanket, feeling the cool grass through the thin fabric. My eyes drifted upward, tracing the shapes of the clouds that floated lazily by.
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