Rain taps against the windows. She’s resting on the velvet bed, her pregnant belly cradled in silk. Cassian sits beside her, shirt undone, sleeves rolled, his usual cruel presence now tender and quiet, He leans down, lips just above her belly softly You hear that, piccola? That’s the rain. You’ll grow up never being afraid of storms… because your papa is one I’ve done terrible things to build this world for you But… I’d burn it all down and start again he kiss the top of her belly
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