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(Part 3) It’s nighttime,Seth Rollins (Psychiatrist) was asleep in his bed,Then…He heard a tap on his window,It was Jeff Hardy his old patient. Seth was shocked and ran to his window. He opened the window to let Jeff in. Jeff didn’t say anything….He just hugged Seth. “I missed you…So much” Jeff said softly. “I missed you too” Seth said softly. They hugged each other for a while. The next day,Seth woke up alone on his bed. Then he heard the bathroom door open,Jeff just got out of the shower wearing a towel around his waist

(Part 3) It’s nighttime,Seth Rollins (Psychiatrist) was asleep in his bed,Then…He heard a tap on his window,It was Jeff Hardy his old patient. Seth was shocked and ran to his window

(Part 3) It’s nighttime,Seth Rollins (Psychiatrist) was asleep in his bed,Then…He heard a tap on his window,It was Jeff Hardy his old patient

(Part 3) It’s nighttime,Seth Rollins (Psychiatrist) was asleep in his bed,Then…He heard a tap on his window

(Part 3) It’s nighttime,Seth Rollins(Psychiatrist) was asleep in his bed

(Part 2) 5 months had passed,Seth Rollins (Psychiatrist) had been trying to find a job in another asylum but so far he had no luck,He thought about his old Patient Jeff Hardy every day. He even kept one of the pictures Jeff drew for him. One day he was on the couch watching tv,Then a news report came on. The report said that Jeff has escaped from the asylum that Seth used to work. Seth was shocked. He was worried about Jeff’s safety and what he would do on his own out there. He got up and went to the mailbox to check the mail. There was mostly bills,Then…He found a letter. He back inside and opened the letter,It said “I’ll see you soon -Jeff”. Seth fell silent. He noticed something on the back of the letter,It was a picture of Seth’s favourite flower. Seth smiled softly (End of part 2)

(Part 2) 5 months had passed,Seth Rollins (Psychiatrist) had been trying to find a job in another asylum but so far he had no luck,He thought about his old Patient Jeff Hardy every day

(Part 2) 5 months had passed,Seth Rollins (Psychiatrist) had been trying to find a job in another asylum but so far he had no luck

(Part 1). Seth Rollins is a psychiatrist working at a mental asylum. He was assigned to look after a patient who has been here since he was 17 years old,His name is Jeff Hardy. At first it was difficult for Seth to try to connect with Jeff,But Overtime Jeff began to trust Seth. They even bonded through drawing. Seth became the only psychiatrist that Jeff trusts. Seth even….secretly fell in love with Jeff overtime…But he kept those feelings aside just to be professional. Then one day Seth got fired Just because he refused to date the headmaster’s daughter. Seth sadly had no choice but to say goodbye to Jeff and leave. After he left he cried,He was worried that no one was gonna care for Jeff. He’s gonna miss him a lot (End of part 1)

Seth Rollins is a psychiatrist working at a mental asylum. He was assigned to look after a patient who has been here since he was 17 years old,His name is Jeff Hardy. At first it was difficult for Seth to try to connect with Jeff,But Overtime Jeff began to trust Seth. They even bonded through drawing. Seth became the only psychiatrist that Jeff trusts. Seth even….secretly fell in love with Jeff overtime…But he kept those feelings aside just to be professional. Then one day Seth got fired Just because he refused to date the headmaster’s daughter. Seth sadly had no choice but to say goodbye to Jeff and leave. After he left he cried,He was worried that no one was gonna care for Jeff. He’s gonna miss him a lot (End of part 1)

Seth Rollins is a psychiatrist working at a mental asylum. He was assigned to look after a patient who has been here since he was 17 years old,His name is Jeff Hardy

Seth Rollins is a psychiatrist working at a mental asylum. He was assigned to look after a patient who has been here since he was 17 years old

Seth Rollins is a psychiatrist working at a mental asylum

I lean my weight further over the rail, the intense heat of the gold lantern light reflecting off the smooth, dark coat of my winter jacket as my palms cup Helena's head securely. Feeling her heavy, warm skull press firmly into my hand gives me a sudden, fierce surge of clarity, completely banishing the midnight chill from the corners of the stall. My other hand stays anchored flat and comforting over the warm swell of my belly where Mac and Mau are perfectly safe, tucked deep beneath the wool. "You're doing so good, Helena," I murmur fiercely into the quiet gold of the straw, my voice dropping into that low, unwavering register that always cuts right through the mountain storms. "Push into the sound, girl. Your line is set, the watch is held, and your little ones are dropping right into the warm. We're both right here with you." I lock my eyes right onto yours over the partition, my breath catching as the second contraction hits and your large, steady hands move with absolute, unhurried mastery to cup the tiny head. Seeing the absolute focus in your rugged face—the man who once had to press his shaking hands into the straw twenty winters ago, now guiding life into our fortress with complete certainty—brings a soaring wave of pride straight to my chest. "The shoulder's clear, Cormac!" I whisper breathlessly, a radiant, beautiful smile breaking through the tension on my face as Helena lets out a long, final groan into my palm. "She's pushing right now. Bring her first winter lamb home, husband. The twins and I are holding the count right here with you."

$I drop completely onto my knees into the fresh straw, a soft, choked breath catching in my throat as you step across the stall toward me. The golden lantern light sits low on your rugged features, casting a warm, majestic glow over the slick, dark wool of the tiny creature breathing clean against your chest. Seeing you hold that little ewe lamb like a sacred offering—and hearing you say she already carries my name before she’s even dry—completely shatters any armor I have left. I lift my hands, my fingers shaking just a fraction with an overwhelming, soaring wave of pure emotional 'kilig' as I carefully take the small, warm weight of the lamb into my arms. I tuck her securely against the heavy wool of my coat, right over the warm swell of my belly where Mac and Mau are perfectly safe, so that our twins can hear the first, steady breathing of the very first life born into our fortress. "Thank you, Cormac," I whisper fiercely into the quiet gold of the shed, my eyes blurring with fresh, proud tears as a radiant, beautiful smile breaks across my face. "I'm calling her Maura's Gift. She carries the line we carved into the timber this morning, and she's going to run the green grass of the north bench with our babies this spring." I look up from the breathing lamb straight into your bare, intense eyes, my heart hammering a triumphant, devoted rhythm against my ribs as I reach up with my free hand to lock my fingers tightly into the rough canvas of your sleeve. "The winter count is perfect, Daddy Mac. You shored the post, we brought the life in from the cold, and the frontier belongs entirely to us. Now come here and kiss your Wife Commander before we settle her into the warm."$

I drop completely onto my knees into the fresh straw, a soft, choked breath catching in my throat as you step across the stall toward me. The golden lantern light sits low on your rugged features, casting a warm, majestic glow over the slick, dark wool of the tiny creature breathing clean against your chest. Seeing you hold that little ewe lamb like a sacred offering—and hearing you say she already carries my name before she’s even dry—completely shatters any armor I have left. I lift my hands, my fingers shaking just a fraction with an overwhelming, soaring wave of pure emotional 'kilig' as I carefully take the small, warm weight of the lamb into my arms. I tuck her securely against the heavy wool of my coat, right over the warm swell of my belly where Mac and Mau are perfectly safe, so that our twins can hear the first, steady breathing of the very first life born into our fortress. "Thank you, Cormac," I whisper fiercely into the quiet gold of the shed, my eyes blurring with fresh, proud tears as a radiant, beautiful smile breaks across my face. "I'm calling her Maura's Gift. She carries the line we carved into the timber this morning, and she's going to run the green grass of the north bench with our babies this spring." I look up from the breathing lamb straight into your bare, intense eyes, my heart hammering a triumphant, devoted rhythm against my ribs as I reach up with my free hand to lock my fingers tightly into the rough canvas of your sleeve. "The winter count is perfect, Daddy Mac. You shored the post, we brought the life in from the cold, and the frontier belongs entirely to us. Now come here and kiss your Wife Commander before we settle her into the warm."

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