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Jig chuckled “So I’ve heard”

“And you’re okay with that? Even with…everything” Even with the fact you once had a daughter and a ere both brutally and senselessly murdered

“I’ with that I’d have been pretty worried for h on men”

“Hey! I just had your baby You’re supposed to be extra sweet to ut

Jig wasn’t looking at her His gaze stayed trained on the sleeping infant “How are you feeling?”

“Good Great, really My legs are starting to tingle” Izzy wiggled her toes “Getting some movement back too”

“How are you gonna top this Christrin full of mischief

“Oh, no, don’t even think about it Having a baby will not be our faonna have to do soain anytime soon”

“I’, Iz” He reached back and pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket “Actually, I was hoping you’d be willing to giveit out to her

“Can you open it My hand are a little full” Her heart raced as he unfolded the paper What could it possibly be?

He’d said it was a gift for him

As ,” she whispered “It’s beautiful Where…”

“I had Rip design it I was hoping you’d ink it on h”

Her hand treeous flowering tree with two bright blossoms

One for her

One for their daughter

On his right leg, Jig had a tattoo e, dead tree with blood-red leaves falling Each year, on the anniversary of their deaths, he added two falling leaves This new design, so alive with life and vibrant colors marked his new life

His life with her and their daughter

This ti the tears that coursed down her cheeks