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“You’ll suffer naturally because you’re toxic,” my doctor husband sneered, blocking the nurses from performing a C-section for my giant 10-pound baby as revenge for his intern. I writhed in pain, clutching the bed rails until my knuckles turned white. When the grueling delivery finally ended, the heavy delivery room doors banged open. My husband staggered in, his face drained of color as he looked at the newborn chart, fell to the floor, and shrieked, “No… that’s impossible! Whose child is-“

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of her womb.

When I finally pushed through the swinging doors of the surgical suite, exhausted but victorious, Gavin Barrett was leaning against the corridor wall. He pushed off the plaster, walked toward me, and silently pressed a small, unwrapped piece of dark chocolate into my palm, his eyes shining with profound reverence.

Six months later, bathed continue reading …

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