I knew I had grown, but I didn’t realize just how much until I reached out and… oh. His whole face. In my hand.
I can feel him tense, his breath quick against my palm, but I know that look—he's more awestruck than afraid.
‘Oh, babe,’ I purr, barely holding back a giggle, ‘you're so… tiny.’
I trail my fingers down his cheek, my touch gentle despite the sheer power behind it. I don’t want to scare him. I just want him to understand.
He’s mine. And I could break him if I wanted. But all I want to do is hold him close.