Rena stood before him, caught off guard by his tone.

After a prolonged silence, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper.

“I spent the evening cooking a feast.

Since you hadn’t returned for dinner, I took it upon myself to feed the puppy downstairs.

Waylen’s features remained stern, his worry refusing to dissipate.

His gaze Locked onto her, his words gravelly.

“Promise me you won’t wander these next two days.

With a sense of determination, Waylen retreated into his study.

He knew he needed a respite, a brief reprieve from the mounting tension.

Yet, as he settled into the dimly lit room, he found that his attempts at calming his nerves were in vain.

know in two days

Waylen was smoking quietly.

seemed elusive in the

many days had passed in this dream,

of concern, for Rena, and for the life they had created, their third child, a daughter named

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manifesting in the ashtray overflowing with

uncertainty was

breath of solace, the door creaked, and Rena slipped

herself into Waylen’s embrace, the soft Light casting a delicate glow upon

Waylen felt the tension slowly

his waist, and she inquired

“Waylen, what’s troubling you?”

her neglected state, Rena embodied an innocent

protest was quiet

done anything

into his embrace,

fingers brushed against the slender strap of her silk nightgown,

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was tinged with a husky rasp, his fingers dancing along the

lips capturing his chin in a

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