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Immediately, we’re swamped with hugs and congratulations, hollering and whoops of joy. It’s joyous and wonderful and everything I have ever wanted. Dalton is the last to congratulate us, waiting patiently for his turn. He gives me a massive hug and a kiss, telling me how happy I’ve made his son.
Then he cups Maddox’s cheeks in his hands, tears spilling down his own face. “I’m so proud of you, son.”
We all know it’s not that Maddox is becoming a father. It’s that he’s become the man he once thought he never deserved to be.
Maddox chokes on a sob. “Thanks, Pop.”
We’re all wrapped in hugs and warmth again. And in the middle of it all, Maddox’s arms are around my waist, and our baby is safely growing inside me.
I can’t imagine life getting any happier than this. I truly do have everything I could ever wish for.
Maddox and I had a rocky start, but now...well, now we have it made.
