“Hey you… is fine… what happened?”
She broke.
“I don’t know how I would’ve survived,” she choked. “Without you… without this… without the inheritance—I—”
He tightened his arms around her, chin resting against her hair. “You survived long before me,” he said quietly. “You’re stronger than you think.”
She shook her head. “Strength has limits.”
“Yes,” he agreed softly. “And that’s why no one is meant to do this alone.”
She clung to him then—not out of weakness, but relief.
For the first time, she allowed herself to fully feel it:
She was safe.
Her children were safe.
And for once in her life, the ground beneath her feet felt solid.
Outside the nursery, Lucas stirred.
Then Noah followed.
Zayn smiled faintly. “Round two.”
Lena wiped her tears, taking a steadying breath.
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Zayn
