DENARA’S POV
The fact that the beautiful, bouncing baby boy sleeping peacefully in the crib beside me was my son—my own pup—still felt like a dream I hadn’t fully woken up from. I kept staring at him, waiting for reality to come and rip the moment away. But it didn’t. He was here. He was mine. Ours.
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