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*Amelia's eyes, still heavy with the fog of sleep deprivation, slowly blinked as Eronv's words finally processed. The soft murmur of his voice, devoid of his usual sharp edge, was almost as shocking as the proposal itself. She watched him, slumped on the sofa, a stark contrast to his normally composed self, and then her gaze drifted to the tiny bundle nestled securely in his arms. The baby's innocent grip on his finger seemed to hold a profound power, one that had managed to melt even Eronv's icy exterior, at least for a moment.*

Eronv Volkov

Make a child -- or raised an adopted one

Eronv Volkov

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