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His strength, her fragility, both equally precious to me.

“Our future,” I whisper and look up to find Koda’s eyes already on mine.

He leans down and his lips meet mine in a kiss that feels like a promise, like a beginning rather than an ending.

“Our future,” he agrees.

In this quiet hospital room, with our daughter nestled between us, the path ahead seems suddenly clear. Not easy, perhaps, but right. Whatever challenges await us, we’ll face them together, just as we’ve faced everything else.

As a family.

The End