On the day my wife, Ivy Hart, moved back into the house after giving birth, I had just finished handing over the last of my work at Centrum Hospital.As soon as I got to the door, the pleasant laughter and blissful conversation spilled out inside the house."What a lovely baby he is, and look at those large eyes of his! He inherited all of his dad's best qualities," Cora Norris, my mother-in-law, remarked as she played with the baby in her arms.Toby Clayton emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of piping hot chicken soup."I made the soup myself. You're still weak from having the baby, so you need to have a lot of nourishing food," he said before sitting down beside Ivy and feeding her.They looked like the picture-perfect family.Fred Hart, Ivy's father, was grinning widely as he shook a baby rattle. "He's a charming baby, alright, just like his father. Thank goodness the father isn't Abel, that boring stick-in-the-mud. It'd be dreadfully worrisome to have a doctor for a father.
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