Maybe it was because she'd heard the story of Shiloh's mother and had felt the emotions surrounding the event washing off of him as he told it. But hearing that he loved her actually moved her in a way that hadn't happened in a long time. She'd always been the motherly sort, but she hadn't ever been able to bring herself to feel the emotions of motherhood. It was terrifying really, because the feelings took her back to a very dark night at the darkest time in her life. Her son, dead in her arms, barely a few minutes old, and the fact that she barely had time to mourn before she had to keep going.
She felt a well of tears rise up before she was able to force them back down and she pushed her fact against Shiloh's neck as her arms squeezed him just a bit too tight, unaware of their great strength.
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