🐾 The Heart He Claimed

It wasn’t just the second pillow.
It was the pink heart-shaped one.
The one that landed wherever it wanted.
Even in her spot.
Even behind her back.
Even under the ache.

But Jaxson?
He always found it.
Always climbed it.
Always laid on it like it was made for him.

She didn’t name him.
Her granddaughter did.
Then left him in the sanctuary.
But now?
He’s hers.
Not just by presence.
By glow.
By bond.
By the way he chooses the heart—every time.

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