« Ready to meet Dad, little man? »
Aaron’s face lit up in a way I had never seen. Not on our wedding day. Not when Lily was born. Not any of them.
« A son, » he whispered. « We have a son. »
His eyes filled.
« Thank you, » he said to the doctor.
« He’s perfect. »
Rachel, the nurse, wheeled the bassinet closer, our tiny bundled boy inside.
« Ready to meet Dad, little man? »
Aaron lifted our son into his arms like something sacred.
« Look at him, Elena, » he whispered. « He’s perfect. »
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