Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 310

Killian stepped forward, his presence a steadying force in the room. “Hey, buddy,” he said, his voice unusually soft, almost gentle. “I know yesterday didn’t go the way we planned.”

Ryker’s eyes shifted to him, his expression still clouded.

Killian knelt down beside him, making sure he was at Ryker’s eye level. “It was supposed to be a special day for you — your birthday — but things got a little... messy. And I’m really sorry about that.”

Ryker tilted his head, his fingers still toying with the edge of his notepad. He was listening, but I could tell he was waiting for more.

Killian’s face softened, and for a moment, the guarded mask he usually wore was gone. “I promise we’ll make it up to you. We’ll do whatever you want — just you and me. How does that sound?”

Ryker’s eyes lit up, if only for a second. He scribbled quickly on his notepad before holding it up. “Anything?”

Killian’s lips curled into a small smile, a glimmer of relief in his eyes. “Anything,” he confirmed. “Just name it.”

Ryker paused, considering the offer carefully. His eyes flicked from Killian to me, as if weighing his options.

Slowly, he began to write again, his brow furrowed in concentration. When he held up the notepad, it read: “Can we go to the beach?”

Killian and I leaned in closer, our eyes fixed on the notepad as Ryker held it up. Beneath his simple request of *Can we go to the beach?*, he had sketched something in his careful, childlike strokes. The drawing showed three figures: one adult male, one adult female, and a small child between them, holding their hands. The sun shone brightly in the background, and the waves were drawn in soft, blue lines.

For a moment, we both stared at the image, trying to decipher its meaning. Killian’s brow furrowed as he glanced from the notepad back to Ryker.

“Is this what you want, buddy?” he asked, his voice gentle. “To go to the beach with me... and your mom?”

Ryker’s eyes lifted to Killian’s, and he shook his head. Then, with a determined expression, he reached out and tugged at my shirt, his grip firm but hesitant, as if making sure I understood what he meant.

I felt my breath catch, and I glanced at Killian, who stared back at me, a mix of surprise and confusion crossing his features.

“Ryker, do you mean…” he started slowly, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “Do you mean you want to go to the beach with Astrid and me?”

Ryker nodded eagerly, his eyes brightening as he let go of my shirt. He pointed to the female figure in his drawing and then to me, as if making it clear who he meant.

The realization hit me like a wave, and I felt my chest tighten with emotion. He wasn’t asking for Giselle — he was asking for me.

Happiness and warmth bloomed inside me just because of his simple gesture.