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permission to hold something fragile.
I smiled tiredly and guided our son carefully into his arms.
Damen inhaled sharply the second the baby settled against his chest.
Silence filled the room.
Heavy.
Emotional.
Sacred.
Our son blinked sleepily beneath the hospital lights before curling one tiny hand around Damen’s finger.
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