DRACO
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He was a beautiful boy. My inner fear that I may look at him and see the man who’d violated her was for nothing. There was no anger or hate in me for him, no blame; how could there be? I’d also worked on her enough that by the time he came into the world, she no longer associated the darkest time in her life with him. He was ours, plain and simple.
The truth is, I’d been ready to step in if she couldn’t do it. If it had been too hard for her to cope, I would’ve shielded him until she came around. I needn’t have worried, though, because my beautiful wife, although a bit traumatized still, didn’t have it in her to hate her own flesh. I know it was impossible for her to forget how he came to be, but I gave every effort to erase that shit from her mind and for her to see our boy as just ours. It worked.
