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He pulled back just enough to look at you – eyes wet, fierce, softer than you’d ever seen. “You’re…” His voice cracked

“Hey,” he said, voice low, crouching beside you. “Hey, look at me.” softer than you’d ever seen. “Hey

He found you crying in the nursery you’d been secretly painting – a soft sage green, neither pink nor blue.

He stared at it. Then at your stomach. Then back at the two pink lines.