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... ll ache if I stretch too far or the occasional bruise twinge, I’m back to my normal life. Cooking again, cleaning, moving around without being told to "sit, rest, stop."
A baby coos.
I turn, brushing my wet hands on my apron, and glance at the tiny bundle wriggling in the baby carrier on the table.
"My, my, aren’t you the cutest, my sweet Nollie," I say, grinning at his gummy little smile.
Golden eyes blink back at me, wide and innocent. My heart just about melts ...
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