"𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼, 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸."
"𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼, 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗦𝗼𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸."
"𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼, 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗟𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸."
THIS IS THE THIRD BOOK IN THE PRETTY SAVAGE SERIES
❲𝖨𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗈�...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
【 ⚬━━━♔━━ 。 。━━♚━━━。】
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
▰▰▰
Since she was young, Sol knew she wanted a big family like her parents. Five, six, or maybe even more kids. Her husband would be just as nurturing as her and they would never yell at each other. Instead, they would have mature discussions and resolve their differences. She knew she wanted someone who would be the best father in the world. She thought she had found all that in Taehyung, but he was too immature at the time. She would give up her dream until she found everything she wanted in Godfrey. Despite being fifteen years older, Godfrey was more mature, responsible, and selfless. They both wanted the same things in life but most importantly, he was the only person that understood Sol to levels her family and friends never could.
While Godfrey was visiting Sol, they were interrupted by a nurse who needed to take her to run some tests. Godfrey used the opportunity to go see their daughter. Sol was taken out ina wheelchair. Twenty-five minutes later, Sol finished her tests and asked if the nurse could take her to see her daughter.
What they walked into was a mesmerizing sight. A shirtless Godfrey was holding his daughter to his chest. Also known as the Kangaroo hold or care, this practice not only helped them bond but also helped stabilize the infant. The scene before her is tender and beautiful, yet it also elicits a sense of fragility and vulnerability. Her heart swells with love, admiration, and immense gratitude—gratitude that their daughter, despite her premature birth, is alive and breathing and that Godfrey is there, holding everything together.
She feels a pang of sadness, and guilt even, for not being able to be the one to cradle their baby this way, for not having the strength to be the first source of warmth and comfort to their child. Sol felt betrayed by her own body. She can't even carry a pregnancy full-term. But at the same time, watching Godfrey so naturally embrace the role of a father reassures her that everything will be okay. There's a gentle ache in her chest, the kind that comes when love is so profound it's almost painful. Tears gather in her eyes, but they're not just tears of sadness or fear—they're also tears of joy and relief.
