The lost packs
*Amber*
I tug Adion closer, his tiny fingers gripping my shirt as he leans against me, his wide eyes darting between Zombie and the scattered blocks. The laughter between them echoes in the cozy room, a sound that feels both foreign and familiar. I take a deep breath, savoring the moment, before I turn my attention to Zombie, who’s now munching on a cracker with a thoughtful look on his face.
“Hey, Zombie,” I begin, curiosity bubbling up inside me. “Have you ever thought about settling down? You know, finding a mate and having kids?”
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