**SIX MONTHS LATER**
Moonflare had changed. Its rhythm, its energy, its very heartbeat. But in ways that were steady, safe, and alive.
Asher and I had spent those months rebuilding, healing, and navigating the delicate balance of power, trust, and love. And now, as I sat in the sunlight streaming through the large windows of our home, I cradled our baby boy in my arms. His tiny fingers curled around mine, his chest rising and falling in soft, steady breaths. The scent of him, warm and sweet and utterly ours, filled the room, and I felt a depth of love I hadn’t thought possible.
Asher sat beside me, eyes bright, his hand resting gently on my shoulder as he gazed at our son. He had been there for every kick, every late-night cry, every milestone since his birth, and he was utterly captiva
