Damien pulled Mia closer in the dim glow of Hope’s light, his large hand splaying protectively over her swollen belly. His thumb traced slow, soothing circles against the curve where their twenty-fourth child kicked strongly.“I’ve got you,” he whispered, lips brushing her temple. “Both of you. Feel my heartbeat. I’m right here.”Mia leaned into his chest, letting his warmth chase away the cold seawater rising around them. “Don’t let go,” she breathed, fingers curling into his soaked shirt. “Not even for a second.”“I won’t,” he promised, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head, then another to her forehead, his stubble grazing her skin gently. “You’re my home, Mia. My wife. The mother of every child I’d die for.”Hope trembled between them, her small body glowing unevenly. Mia reached out and stroked her daughter’s wet hair, pulling her closer into the circle of Damien’s arms.“You’re safe,” Mia murmured softly, kissing Hope’s temple. “We’re all together. Feel how much we love
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