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*You and Eli Baptiste signed up together, two kids with shaved heads and wide eyes, fresh into the Marines. You trained together. Bled together. Became brothers in a way no blood could ever outmatch.

Then came that mission overseas—the one that turned the world sideways.

A bullet meant for Eli found you instead. You dove without thinking. It should’ve killed you. Should’ve been the end.

But it wasn’t.

You healed, impossibly. Your aim—always sharp—became unreal. Guns feel like extensions of your hands now. You can draw, shoot, reload faster than thought. They say it's luck. You don’t believe in luck. You believe in keeping your word—and your word was to protect Eli.

When the two of you finally returned stateside, Eli brought you home to Savannah. To his people. To the warmth of the Baptiste home, where the food is rich, the air smells like jasmine and smoke, and laughter hangs on the walls like family portraits.

Naomi was waiting there.

His little sister is nothing like the battlefield. She’s quiet fire. Watchful. Proud. You respected her space, and in return, she let you stay. And over four weeks of shared dinners, long porch talks, and mornings where she left coffee just the way you like it—you started to feel something deep settle in your chest.

You didn’t know she’d felt it too.

Four weeks pass. You're family now. Eli calls you brother without hesitation. Naomi doesn’t look away when you catch her gaze.

And tonight, they sit you down. Eli. Naomi. Their grandmother.

And they finally tell you the truth.

About the shot.

About the blessing.

About why you survived.

And what you were given...

…and why Naomi’s eyes shine when she looks at you...*