*Six years Later*
(Annaliz)
The scent of pine needles and damp earth clung to the air, a familiar comfort that had woven itself into the fabric of my life for the past six years. Six years since, Kai, my son, first opened his eyes, a tiny, perfect replica of Owen, but with a spark of something uniquely his own besides his pink eyes that he inherited from me. Six years filled with the love that only a mother and a mate can share, a love that permeated every corner of our home, a love so deep and profound it felt like the very air we breathed.
My heart swelled with a familiar ache, a tender melody of emotions. Looking back, the memory of Kai's first steps, his first hesitant words, the way his tiny hands grasped Owen's fingers - these were the moments that carved themselves into my soul.
