Page 87 of Fat Arranged Mate
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"Are you happy?" she asks softly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
In answer, I gather her against me, burying my face in her hair as emotion overwhelms words. When I finally find my voice, it emerges rough with feeling.
"Happier than I knew was possible," I confess. "Terrified too."
She laughs softly, the sound vibrating against my chest. "That makes two of us."
We sit in wonder-filled silence, contemplating the future neither of us saw coming. A child who will carry both our strengths—my fierceness, her compassion. A new generation born from the union of opposites, who found balance in each other.
"She'll be extraordinary," I whisper, already certain.
And it’s true—she will be.
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THE END
