He was made for me, and I, him. When I broke away, leaning my forehead against his, I told him about her. About how she looked. How sweet she sounded. Then, when our cheeks were covered in tears, I told him about Sammy. My precious little wildflower. When I was done, he told me something, too, healing my soul completely, making me whole again. “Sammy is mine, you hear me? He doesn’t get her. That’s my daughter. If somehow, a cowboy like me gets into heaven, that little girl is mine. Fuck, I love her so much.” “Mason…” I buried my face in his neck, crying. “I love her mommy, too. Fuck, baby, I
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