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Smirking, I pursed my lips. “Pixie? Really?”

Holding out his arms, he winked. “What? You were mischievous, that hasn't changed.”

Through slit lids, I cocked my head into my shoulder. “Is that why you called me Pixie? Because I was nosy?”

Nodding his head, his lips fanned up. “It was. But, from the sound of it, someday soon, I'll be calling that little girl in there my pixie.”

“Not soon enough,” I said, the words drifting off into the cool prison air.

Things were going to get harder, I couldn't blindly allow myself to think that everything was just perfect. This wasn't the happy ending you read in romance novels or watched on the big screen.

This was our realty.

I wanted Machi to be there when our daughter came into the world, I wanted him to be there to change diapers and clean bottles. Every night I laid my head down on the pillow and wished he was beside me.

But that wasn't going to happen. . . One day, but not today or tomorrow.

It was a harsh reality, and it was one I had to come to terms with. And as much as it pained me that we wouldn't have a normal birth and our child wasn't going to get to meet their father in person until they were old enough to walk and talk, and probably about to head into grade school. . .

I still wouldn't change anything.

What he did was something he needed to do. His sister deserved justice, justice that wasn't going to come if Machi didn't take charge. He was finally able to close one chapter of his life and in time, he would open the door to a new one.

He had a new life waiting for him on the outside. He had a family again, one that would always be there.

Machi had my love, and it was a forever kind of love.

He was right when he said he owned me. I was his and he was mine.

And together, we became one.