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... ah!" I clapped as Noah smashed his tiny hands into the small cake I’d baked.
Blue frosting went everywhere—his face, his hair, the high chair tray.
Olivia laughed from across my new flat’s kitchen table. "I think he’s enjoying it."
I grinned, snapping photos on my phone. "Think so?"
My flat was bigger now—still in East London, but a proper one-bedroom. Noah had his own room with a crib and toys I’d saved months to buy. I had a real job now, junior analyst at Merid ...
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