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let out a crooked little smirk, and said, almost casually, “We should get a DNA test. Just to make sure he’s mine.”
A nurse stopped mid-step. The doctor’s expression hardened. I felt my chest tighten as if all the air had been pulled out at once. Instinctively, I pulled my baby closer, my arms tightening around him as tears rushed to continue reading …
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