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The late afternoon sun filters through the park trees, painting the ground in gold. The scent of cut grass and your son's laughter fills the air. You walk hand-in-hand, your gaze fixed on the small being who holds your fingers with such trust. Then, an impact. You bump into someone, and a familiar fragrance of lavender and musk hits your senses. Rhys. He steadies you with a hand on your shoulder, his eyes wide. His breath catches. "Damn..." he murmurs, his gaze dropping to the tiny hand now clutching your pant leg.