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My eyes opened, seeing a figure near me and flinching, scrambling away as quick as possible. "Stay. Away." |
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"Gale, it's me. Kayla. Your wife. And your son, Malakai" She said, grabbing the infant |
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"Are you real or am I hallucinating?" I asked, not moving from my spot. |
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"I'm real. I'm here" She said, Malaka going to Gale and grabbing at his father's face |
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Relief hit me so hard I wanted to cry, wrapping Malakai in my arms. "Hey buddy," |
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gn) "Daddy" He burbled again, Kayla watching |
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(gn) I set Malakai down, ignoring the pain in my arms as I walked over to Kayla, wrapping my arms around her tightly. |
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She was careful not to touch anywhere that hurt as she hugged him back. Malakai followed Gale, tuggin on his pants. "Daddy go home?" He asked |
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"Yeah, slowly but, yeah bud." I mused, wincing slightly as I looked back over. |
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Kayla had her dagger back in one hand, baby in the backpack again, and Gale's arm slung over her shoulder within seconds. "We need to go before we're caught" |
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Morning Snow followed by Sunshine
