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Chapter 222 - Not Prepared

(MASON'S POV)

Was I mentally prepared to have a son at this age? No. Absolutely not. Talk less of a son that I was told just bloomed into existence out of nowhere, handed to me by an ancient elf guy like a package that had been sitting in storage for four years.

I wanted to say no. I wanted to push Beau away and run. I wanted to scream that this was too much, that I couldn't handle it, that I was barely holding myself together as it was.

But then I looked at Beau's face.

His blue eyes stared up at me with complete and utter trust. His chubby hand reached up and touched my cheek. He smiled—a toothy, innocent, beautiful smile.

"Daddy," he said again, as if testing the word on his tongue. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."

Something cracked inside me.

Something I didn't even know was there.

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