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Light fades in and out of my peripherals as my head lolls from side to side. Pain surges through my stomach, spreading across my limbs just as a wave of nausea rolls through my abdomen. “Baby, you’re doing great,” Luka whispers, and my eyelashes flutter as I force my lids open. I feel the warmth of his hand against mine, and I squeeze, tears pricking my eyes as I feel the familiar callouses of his hand. “You’re really here.” My voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. His icy blue eyes sparkle as he offers a crooked grin. A sob tears through me, causing his brows to pinch together. “Does it hurt?” I missed his face so goddamned much. I want to smack him as much as I want strangle him. And that smile. f**k me, that smile. He doesn’t offer one often, but right now, he’s beaming. That s