Melissa was already sobbing at the foot of the bed, both hands over her mouth.
« She’s here, » she whispered. « Oh my God, Ryan, she’s here. »
The only sound in the world was her tiny cry.
Ryan stood behind her, staring at the baby as if he were looking at something a hundred miles away.
I want to back up because you need to understand what this meant to us before I tell you what happened next.
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I’m 36, a single mom. My son Gabriel is seven, and he’s the loudest, kindest little human I’ve ever met.
It’s been him and me since he was two.
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