War Daddy's Secret Baby

She was supposed to report on the war.
Not crawl into my bed and vanish with my blood.

Three years ago, I died on a battlefield no one talks about.
Except I didn’t. And when I clawed my way back, she was gone.

Now I find her behind enemy headlines—polished, famous, broken.
And standing in front of her?
A little red-skinned baby with my horns.

She never told me.
She didn’t think I’d survive.
But now that I’m breathing again, she’s mine.
So is our daughter.

I’ve ripped through generals for less.
But rebuilding what we lost?
That takes a steadier hand than war ever taught me.

And if I have to learn bedtime songs between war crimes and press leaks?
I will.
I’ve stormed planets for glory.

Now I warm bottles with my blaster.

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