Saving My Rejected Mate
One by one, everyone followed, warm arms, familiar scents, whispered greetings, laughter mixing with tears.
Jacob hugged me first among my siblings, strong and grounding.
Julian followed, his embrace lingering, protective.
Addy squeezed me fiercely. “Happy birthday, Sis!”
They handed me their gifts, each one thoughtful, wrapped with care, and then Emily and Alexander stepped forward.
“My girl,” Emily whispered, holding my face between her hands. “Happy birthday.”
Alexander hugged me next, steady and proud, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Their gift rested heavily in my hands, not because of its weight, but because of what it meant.
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