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I held my wife's hand, guiding her into the dining room where everyone was already gathered.

It was only my father and Nadia missing. And his new mistress, apparently.

I headed over to my place at one head of the table, but Millie took the chance to scurry over to Riviera and Daria - her two new best friends.

I never thought I'd see the day Millie and Riviera behaved like sisters. But now, whenever Riviera comes to visit, they're joined at the hip. And since Daria was the same age, she was the third member of The Sisterhood.

That's what Rocco and I called it - The Sisterhood.

If anyone ever gets on their bad side, they'd know exactly what I meant. The three of them were vicious together. And I was speaking from experience.

"You okay?" Rocco nudged me, standing by the table with a drink in hand.

"Yeah." I sighed, resting my elbows on the back of my chair. "It's just been a long fucking day."

And it's about to get longer.

"The twins told me what this dinner is all about." He whispered, although he didn't really need to. No one was paying us any attention.

The twins were engaged in some kind of conversation and the Sisterhood were giggling about something stupid. Even Elena was busy poking Marian's little leg while she waited patiently for her dinner in her high chair.

"How do you feel about it?" Rocco asked, while I was busy watching the rest of our family around the table.

"I don't really care much about Nadia." I never did, not after she wormed her way into my family so soon after Mama died. "But him taking a mistress is an insult to Mama's memory."

I couldn't see it any other way.

Sure, he married Nadia very quickly after Mama was killed. But now he'd apparently fallen in love again.

I know for fucking sure I could never fall in love twice in five years after the way I felt about Millie. If I ever lost her...I'd probably fucking lose it. I don't think I could ever find anyone else.

"You're not going to stop it though, right?"

"No." I shook my head. "I don't support it, but I have bigger problems. If he wants to destroy his marriage to Nadia for some random whore, he can do it."

"I think it's fucked up." Rocco muttered, finishing his whiskey. "And if he can do it Nadia, he probably would have done it to Mama at some point."

"Maybe he did. They were in love, but they had a lot of problems in their marriage."

"If I ever find out he did..." Rocco's voice trailed off, venom dripping from his tone. "I'll kill him myself."

"Careful." I nudged him, a teasing smirk playing on my lips. "I'm not saving you if you get yourself killed."

"Fuck you, then." Rocco narrowed his eyes at me, humour clouding his green eyes.

A moment passed but my father was still yet to make his appearance. No one else was sitting down yet, so I took the chance to talk to him about one of the things playing on my mind.

"I need to tell her."

"Tell her what?" He frowned, his eyes now drifting over to where my wife was holding our baby cousin in her arms.

She really loved Elena and Marina.

"I wasn't the one who broke up the alliance."

"No." Rocco immediately shut the idea down, putting his glass on the table.

"Rocco-"

"If you tell her, it will all come out. You know it will."

"I trust her. There's no way she'd let it slip to Dad." Millie would never do that.

"It's not just that, Costa." With his hand on my arm, he turned me to face him. "If she finds out, she's going to be mad at you for keeping it from her for this long."

"So? I can-"

"So you're not only risking your relationship with her. She's going to be upset and you can't be sure she won't tell Riviera or Daria. Or, even her stupid family. She'll be upset and you don't know what's going to happen. One word to the wrong person and we're all fucked. She's believed it all this time - the entire fucking underworld believes it. Let it go."

"But I'm lying to her."

"You're keeping the truth from her to protect all of us. He finds everything out eventually, Costa. He always has."

That's true. We've never been able to keep a secret from him for this long. Somehow, he's always known if we were hiding things.

"Just let her be happy. You're in a good place now. She's over it and so is everyone else."

"I feel guilty." I've had so many chances to tell her over the course of our marriage. But earlier when she said we don't keep secrets, that's when I was the closest. It was about to come out but the twins interrupted.

"It's not that big of a deal. You covered for the twins for a good reason. Just let it go." Those were his final words before my father walked in, his arm linked with a tall blonde woman.

A blonde I knew all too fucking well.

"Fuck me." Rocco muttered, staring wide eyed at the woman on my father's arm.

I think I'm going to be sick.

The room plunged into a shocked silence while my father stood at the head of the table.

All eyes were on the two of them.

He was about to open his mouth, probably to introduce his new mistress, but I spoke before he could.

"You've got to be fucking joking." My eyes narrowed dangerously in their direction. My father slipped his arm around her waist, almost protectively.

"Costa, don't." He spoke with a warning tone.

"You're fucking Melina? Really?" I spat, a mixture of disgust and anger boiling up inside me.

"I brought her here to introduce you all to her properly. She's my girlfriend."

It was comical, really. Somehow he had the audacity to stand there and introduce us all to one of my closest friends and the woman I lost my virginity to.

I think I'm very well acquainted with her.

"She's your girlfriend?" Rocco scoffed, before releasing a throaty chuckle. "This family is so fucked up."

"That's enough. You will treat her with respect." My father aimed his words at all of us.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I spoke directly to Melina, hating the satisfied glint in her eye.

She was getting exactly the reaction she wanted from me.

"Does it bother you?" She tilted her head to the side, almost mockingly. Then her eyes briefly shifted to the side where my wife was standing, watching the scene unfold.

"Not in the way you think." I clenched my jaw, trying to keep a hold of my emotions.

The last time I saw Melina was on New Year's Eve when she started telling Millie about our past together.

Whatever mind games she tried to play clearly didn't work. I ended up taking Millie upstairs for our first time together straight afterwards.

But now she's back, for some fucked up reason.

"You know, this is all kinds of fucked up." Rocco added, glaring at Melina. "You're fucking your friend's father."

"Rocco." My father's booming voice carried through the room. "Don't you dare speak like that to her in this house."

"We're in love." Melina clarified, placing her hand on my father's chest. "It's more than that."

"No, this is really fucked." Riviera was once quite close with Melina. But now she was the focus of my sister's anger. "You're doing this on purpose."

"Riv, I'm not doing anything. I met Edoardo at a bar and we got talking. One thing led to another and-"

"And now you're screwing with my family." Riviera stepped towards her, but Millie grabbed her hand.

My wife was yet to say a word, she barely even let on how she felt in her expression. But I knew exactly how she was feeling. I only just teased her about her jealous side upstairs. But the difference was, I was joking.

This was fucking serious.

"I'm confused." Daria spoke up, her Russian accent standing out among our Italian ones. "Who is she?"

"Melina was Costa's friend and they lost their virginities to each other like a twenty years ago." Giovanni tried to explain.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Rocco scoffed. "That would make Costa 9 years old."

"Oh." Gio's mouth formed an 'o' shape and he made eye contact with me at the wrong time. I sent him a hard glare while Aidan laughed next to his twin. The sight of her brother laughing had Rina giggling too from her high chair.

"So you're sleeping with your ex's father?" Daria frowned, still trying to put the pieces together while she stroked her daughter's hair.

"We were never together." I made it very fucking clear. I never had any feelings towards her.

"My past with Costa has nothing to do with this. I love Edoardo. He's married to Nadia, but that doesn't mean he can't take a mistress."

"And you're happy to be his mistress?" Daria frowned before glancing over at me. "Even when you've slept with his son?"

See? It's all kinds of fucked up.

"It's not a problem for either of us. I'm not sure if I can say the same for Costa, though." Once again, her eyes met mine and then she glanced over at Millie for emphasis.

This time I didn't say a word. I let my furious glare do all the talking for me.

The only reason that bitch wasn't cowering away in fear was because she had my father by her side - the one person who could overrule me. She knew it, and she decided to use it to her advantage.

"Let's eat." My father ordered us all to take our seats, but we remained standing. "I won't tell you again. Sit down."

Surprisingly, it was Millie who was the first to sit down. She came over to take her seat next to me, her eyes meeting mine as she did. Then she held her hand out, having a silent conversation with me.

She didn't want to let Melina win.

It took all my fucking strength to be able to sit down, but only because she wanted me to.

I took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, moving so our hands were joined under the table.

Everyone else took their seats, with Riviera and Daria sitting next to their children. During all that commotion, the two of them were sitting without a care in the world.

But once we started eating, it became awkward - fast.

"What's your favourite food?" Millie broke the silence with the most random question, her eyes now focused on me.

"My favourite food?" I frowned at her sudden question.

"Sì." She's so fucking cute when she tries to speak Italian.

"I don't know." Why is it so fucking hard to choose a favourite?

"Well, think." More importantly, why is my wife so fucking demanding?

"That Greek thing you make is pretty good." My wife is one of the best cooks I've ever come across. And it just so happens, I really fucking like Greek food. "You need to make me that thing again."

"I didn't hear you say please." She replied, almost like she was talking to a fucking child. My brother chuckled next to me, earning himself a glare from me.

"I don't need to say please. You'll just do whatever I tell you to." I smirked, knowing it would piss her off. And it did. She was getting ready to start another one of her usual rants. I could sense that shit.

"I'm sorry, di-"

"I forgive you." I cut in, my smirk widening when she scowled at me. Once again, Rocco was laughing at the interaction.

"Fuck you." She muttered, taking another bite of her food.

"Millie, please." I grinned. "I'm trying to have my dinner. At least wait until we get back up-"

"Don't make me stab you, Costa." Her favourite threat, as always.

"I have a question." Rocco suddenly spoke, his eyes focused on my wife across from him. "Apart from Alina, have you ever actually used your knife?"

"Of course I have." She frowned like it was the most stupid question she'd ever heard. "I'm not all talk, you know. I'm very skilled with my knife - I've even killed people too."

I know she was trying to sound tough, but it was so fucking cute.

"For what?" Rocco goaded her.

"I killed this one guy for calling me a bitch. That was my first one. Another time was when some guy was being mean to Damian at a club while he was too drunk to do anything." She recalled, bringing another bite of food to her lips. "See?"

"Yeah." Rocco laughed, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "You're so dangerous."

"I am." She frowned, now turning to me for support. "Tell him."

"She is." I nodded, although I had to control my laughter.

"Whatever. So how did you lose your killing virginity?" Millie turned the tables on my brother, using the weirdest phrase I've ever heard.

"My killing virginity?" He chuckled, sipping on his wine. "I killed some guy for asking Riviera on a date."

"I remember that." My sister jumped in, trying to feed Elena a bite of her food. "Rocco was like fifteen years old, I think. He got mad, so he shot my date in the chest when he came to the gates to pick me up."

Despite being younger than Riviera, Rocco was fiercely protective over her.

"Good times." Rocco chuckled, and the rest of us joined him. Apart from Millie, of course. She was too pure to laugh, even if she was trying to brag about killing people earlier.

Honestly, as much as she survived in this life and did what she had to do, I don't think she was made to be in the mafia.

She was too innocent - too pure.

Sure, she had this side to her like we all did, but it wasn't actually part of her personality. While I couldn't exist without the mafia, Millie would be able to live a beautiful life without it - if she had the choice.

"What?" She asked, looking at me over the rim of her glass as she sipped on her wine.

"Nothing." I shook my head, still admiring the beautiful woman I was so fucking lucky to call my wife.

She held my stare for another few seconds before turning her attention back to her food.

"How was New York, Costa?" My father spoke for the first time since we sat down, ending the conversation we were having.

"Fine." I kept my reply short, barely able to glance in his direction. The fact he had Melina sitting in his wife's chair was sickening to me.

"And things with Kozlov? Did you speak to Julius about-"

"I'm not talking in front of her." I cut him off, sparing Melina a cold glare for emphasis. "She isn't family."

"Costa." He warned. "I trust her."

"I don't." It was simple. She was here to screw with my marriage, nothing else.

"Look, I can understand why this is difficult for you." He's fucking the woman I lost my virginity to. I don't think he could truly understand how difficult that was. "But one day you will understand. It's my right to take a mistress. Just like it's yours, should you ever choose to."

"I won't."

"You don't know that." This time it was Melina who had the fucking guts to look me in the eye when she spoke to me. "Maybe one day you'll meet another woman. You might not be open to it now, but you might have a change of heart in the future - just like Edoardo did with me."

"Melina." I spoke through gritted teeth. I was ready to blow her fucking head off - 14 years of friendship or not.

"I'm just saying. You don't want to feel like a hypocrite for giving us shit when you end up doing the exact same thing like every other man in this life."

"That's enough." Surprisingly, it was my brother who cut in, his face a mask of fury. "If you fucking dare say another word about this, you'll have me to worry about."

"Rocco." Millie whispered, catching his attention. "Leave it."

"How are you not angry right now?" Aidan frowned, also sparing Melina a glare.

"Oh, I am. But I trust him." She glanced over at me, surprisingly calm. "He knows he'll meet my knife if he does anything stupid - contract or not."

I know she's threatened me a million times with that fucking knife. But this time, I just knew she was being serious. If I ever dared to cheat on her, she wouldn't hold back.

But I never would.

So I could easily laugh, despite her very real threat.

I also didn't miss the sour look that passed through Melina's features. It's a shame for 14 years of friendship to be discarded so easily, but it wasn't a choice for me. I'd choose my wife over anyone, I already made that very fucking clear to her.

If Melina thought getting into a relationship with my father would do anything other than piss me off, she was wrong.

"So, when do you want me to make you that moussaka?" Millie changed the subject, flashing me a smile.

A smile that didn't reach her eyes.

The rest of the dinner was painfully awkward. Millie made conversation with the Sisterhood, or she was bickering with Rocco at times, too.

She didn't say much else to me and she didn't acknowledge my father or Melina.

Not until the very end once the dessert was finished.

"Costa, I hope this won't change things between us." Melina softened her voice, appearing as if she truly cared about our friendship.

"It's a bit fucking late for that, no?"

"I'm happy with Edoardo. You're happy with her. Why is that a bad thing?"

"You know what you're doing." Millie cut in with a cold tone, pushing her chair back. "Enough with the games."

"Millicent." My father warned her.

"Can't you see?" Once again, she surprised everyone in the room when she had the audacity to address him like that.

Millie was never scared of my father - at least, she never showed it.

"She's made it clear she wants Costa. She's only here to drive a wedge between us. We already knew people were going to try - this is just another attempt."

My father didn't get the chance to form a reply or even just tell her to mind her own business. Millie continued, somehow appearing to hold more authority in the room than I ever expected.

"You're sacrificing Nadia, a woman who adores you, for her." Utter disgust laced her tone when she nodded towards Melina. "And you're going to ruin your relationship with your son. It's a mistake."

"Nadia understood." For some fucked up reason, my father was explaining it to Millie instead of scolding her for the way she spoke to him. "She accepted it."

"Really?" My wife cocked an eyebrow, sparing me a short glance. "Because I wouldn't. If Costa ever did this, I would hate him for it. But the contract wouldn't give me the chance to leave. I'd be forced to stay and smile, just like she is."

The rest of the room remained silent while my father processed the words.

"You can still fix it, but not with this bitch here." Millie glared directly at Melina - ignoring the death stare she was receiving in return.

"Don't listen to her, Edoardo." She tried to grab my father's hand, but he was still thinking.

Of all the fucking people in the room, it was Millie who got through to him.

"Give us the room, please." My father finally ordered. With that, the rest of us filed out.

The last thing I heard was Melina trying to plead her case when the doors closed.

"I didn't see that coming." Rocco eyed my wife who was hastily making her way upstairs. Then he patted my shoulder. "Good luck, fratello." (Brother)

Fuck.

I followed Millie up the stairs, catching up to her just as we entered our room.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her into my chest.

"No, Costa. Let me go." She desperately tried to pull out of my hold, her voice wobbling.

"Shhh." I softened my tone to a whisper. "Just come here."

"Why is everyone always trying to ruin our marriage?" She didn't resist at first, letting the anger come to the surface. Then she suddenly pushed me back, narrowing her eyes. "Don't touch me."

"Why?" I frowned, catching her wrists when she tried to push me again.

"This is all your fault! If you just kept it in your pants 14 years ago, none of this would be happening right now."

I know she was mad. Actually, she was probably just masking the hurt with anger.

But I still couldn't stop the laugh that escaped my lips.

"Costa!"

"Fuck. Sorry." I laughed, tightening my grip on her wrists, in front of my chest.

She had a knack for knowing when I was distracted long enough to act. So I had to keep a strong hold of her wrists so she wouldn't pull away.

"I'm sorry I had sex with her 14 years ago. I didn't mean to." I tried to keep my voice serious, but I couldn't.

"You're such a dick." She scoffed, although she didn't make any more attempts to get away from me. "I can't believe she's your father's new girlfriend."

"Maybe not for long. He seemed to be considering what you said when we left."

"Good." She muttered, coming in closer to me now that her anger her simmered down. "Someone needed to tell him. I know you don't like Nadia, but she's so nice to me. She doesn't deserve this."

"You think she'd even forgive him?" I frowned, loosening my hold on her wrists to hold her hands instead.

"Maybe not straight away. But she loves him." She shrugged. "I think she will - with time."

"And do you forgive me?" I rose an eyebrow at her, a teasing smile playing on my lips.

"No." She snapped. "You slept with that bitch."

"It's not like I could see the future. I didn't know you were coming 14 years later." I chuckled, leaning to down press a kiss to her cheek.

"Well, you should have." She whispered, resting her head on my chest. "You would have saved me a headache."

"I'm sorry, principessa." I pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, wrapping my arms around her.

"Now your homecoming is ruined." Even though she spoke into my chest, I could hear her pouting.

I say it all the time, but she's so fucking cute.

"It's not, baby." Sure, I got into a fight with my brother and then the twins. Then, Millie and I got interrupted to go and meet my father's new girlfriend who also happened to be the first girl I ever had sex with. She also had it out for my wife. But it really wasn't that bad.

Right?

"Dance with me." My random suggestion caused Millie to lift her face away from my chest, peering up at me.

"What?"

"Dance with me." I smiled, taking her hand while placing my other on her waist.

"Costa, there's no music." She frowned, staring at me like I was psychotic.

"Give me your phone then." I sighed, holding my hand out for her.

She begrudgingly handed me her phone, only to grab it back again as soon as her lock screen lit up.

"Millie..." This is going to be fun.

"Don't." She turned away to hide her deepening blush, unlocking her phone.

"Were you taking pictures of me while I was sleeping?" I couldn't help but tease her, especially when she continued to ignore me.

She made it too easy.

"Millie?" Since she was facing away from me, I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her into me. "Do you do that regularly or was it a one off?"

"Don't make fun of me. I just wanted a photo for my phone." She couldn't see me, but her confession had me smiling like a fucking weirdo.

"You know it's kind of creepy, right? Taking photos of someone while they're asleep."

"Stop." She whined, turning around in my arms. She buried her face in my chest, handing me her unlocked phone. "I like it, so I'm keeping it. Now, choose a stupid song."

I took her phone, still grinning as I scrolled through her playlist. She kept her face pressed against my chest, her arms lazily draped around my waist as if to hide from the world - or more likely from her own embarrassment.

"Okay, let's see what you've got here..." I mumbled, trying to keep my amusement in check as I scrolled through the songs I knew were her favourites.

"How about this one?" I asked, choosing something slow and sultry. The kind of song that would let me pull her close and keep her there, even if she pretended she was annoyed with me.

She peeked up at me, her pout still firmly in place. I knew I picked a good one when she narrowed her eyes at me. "Is this your way of making up for earlier?"

"Maybe." I slipped my hand back onto her waist, gently pulling her closer. "Come on, it'll help us forget about dinner. Just you and me. That's what you wanted earlier, right?"

She huffed but let herself melt into me as the music started on the speaker in our room. Her arms slid up around my neck, and I felt her body relax against mine as we began to sway slowly, in sync with the rhythm.

For the next few moments, neither of us spoke. Her cheek pressed against my chest, and I rested my chin on top of her head. It was perfect. Simple.

"I love you, you know." I whispered after a while, my voice low enough that it could have been easily missed. "No matter how many people try to come between us, it won't work. No one will ever mean what you mean to me."

She tilted her head back slightly, looking up at me through her lashes, her frown replaced by something softer. "You're not just saying that to get out of trouble, are you?"

"Would I ever do that?" I teased, my hand sliding up from her waist to cup her face, tilting it slightly so I could look her in the eye.

"You would." She laughed quietly, the sound putting me at ease.

"Maybe. But not this time." I leaned down, my lips brushing hers in the lightest, softest kiss. "This time, I mean it."

Her eyes flickered up to mine, searching, as if she needed one more assurance before giving in. Then, without a word, she kissed me back - slowly at first, but with an undeniable urgency just beneath the surface.

It didn't take long for the tension to build up, our previous dance forgotten.

The music continued to play softly in the background as we kissed. As soon as we ran out of air, I leaned down to press kisses to her neck. She tilted her head to the side, giving me better access.

I felt her hands grip my upper arms when I started sucking on the sensitive spot just behind her ear. Then I gently blew on the area, sending a shiver through her body.

Soon my lips were back on hers and I guided her over to the bed.

"No, wait." She suddenly pulled away, just as we reached the bed. She turned us around before gently pushing me down onto the bed. "Wait here."

She gave me one last peck before rushing off into her closet.

Let me tell you, she took her sweet fucking time getting changed.

At one point, I thought she might have died. But then I heard another clatter coming from inside her closet and knew she was still very much alive.

I'd never really been in a relationship before - not one like this. But yet, no matter how many times I saw her in her lingerie or even with nothing on at all, she still managed to blow me away every time.

"Fuck." I whispered, my eyes trailing over the red lace covering her skin.

"You like it?" She smiled, slowly approaching where I sat at the edge of the bed.

"It was definitely worth the wait." I sent her a pointed look causing her to chuckle as she stopped in front of me. She put her hands on my shoulders while mine went to her waist.

"Sorry. I wanted to make sure I looked good." She shrugged, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

"You're fucking beautiful, baby." I whispered, tracing my fingers over the sheer lace bodysuit. "Remember when you said you would never wear anything like this for me?"

"I knew you were going to bring that up." She rolled her eyes causing me to laugh.

"This is why you shouldn't say things you know aren't true." I flashed her a smirk.

She gave me another smile before crashing her lips to mine. My hands drifted from her waist to her hips and then to her plump ass. I gave it a squeeze causing her to moan into the kiss. I took advantage, sliding my tongue into her mouth.

I pulled her onto my lap, deepening the kiss.

The shame about the lingerie is that it usually ends up on the floor very quickly whenever Millie wears it.

This time I tried to drag it out for as long as possible, but we still got it off pretty quickly so we could get to the main event.

I unwrapped a condom, chuckling when I saw the impatience in her eyes.

"Remember when I told you you're sex obsessed?"

"I'm not obsessed, you're just taking an unnecessarily long fucking time." She snapped, watching me from her place on the bed.

The foreplay usually brings out this side to her - demanding, impatient and bratty.

"Relax, principessa. I'm coming." I smirked, sliding the condom on. "You need to learn how to be more patient."

"Don't start." She groaned, pulling me in when I was within her reach. "I've been patient for a whole fucking week while you've been in New York."

"It's worth the wait, no?" I cocked an eyebrow, pushing her down so she lay flat on the bed.

"No." She narrowed her eyes at me, that brattiness coming out full force. "Now just hurry up before I-" I cut her off by slamming into her, causing her to release a sharp intake of breath.

"I wasn't ready!" She glared at me, although her eyes were glazed over with lust.

"Shut up." I muttered, covering her mouth with my hand as I started picking up the pace.

"I hate you." I'm pretty sure that's what she said, but her words came out muffled against my hand.

Soon the room was filled with our heavy breathing and Millie's soft moans - a sound I could listen to forever.

We went through a mix of rough and hard and soft and intimate - the way we usually do it.

By the time I finished into the condom, she was breathing tirelessly with a light sheen of sweat coating her skin. She dropped down on the bed, struggling to catch her breath.

I collapsed next to her, pulling her into my arms. Her head rested against my chest, and for a while, we just lay there in silence, listening to each other's breaths gradually return to normal.

After a few moments, Millie traced her fingers over the tattoos on my chest.

"I missed you." She whispered, her voice so quiet it almost got lost in the stillness of the room. "I don't like being away from you for so long."

I kissed the top of her head, holding her even closer. "I missed you too, baby. More than you know."

She shifted, resting her chin on my chest as she gazed up at me with those deep, mesmerising eyes. "Promise me something." She spoke softly, her voice full of vulnerability.

"Anything." I replied, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Don't ever let anyone come between us." She whispered, her eyes searching mine. "Not Melina, not your father... no one."

I stroked her cheek, my thumb brushing over her soft skin as I held her gaze. "No one ever will." I promised. "It's just you and me, Millie. Always."

A small, relieved smile tugged at the corner of her lips before she nestled back into my chest.

No matter how fucking chaotic my return was, all that stress washed away just being there with her. And in that simple, quiet moment, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

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