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Roark

Natalie was curled into my side. A fire burned in the strange hearth before us. But there was no fuel, no tree or brush feeding the flames. Still, it heated the room, and the little one who slept on my chest.

My son.

Just thinking the word caused my eyes to burn, my heart to ache. My son. And I’d missed so much already. My mate’s rounded belly, the swell of her breasts