XAVIER'S POV Months later, Melissa gave birth to a bouncing baby boy—our blue jet finally arrived. The first time I held him in my arms, it felt as though the world stilled just to watch that moment with me. His little fingers curled around mine, fragile yet full of promise. My chest tightened, not in pain, but in overwhelming joy. This child, this tiny miracle, was more than blood and name; he was a symbol of redemption. A reminder that love, even when bruised, can bloom again. Melissa, exhausted but radiant, leaned against her pillows with a tired smile. She whispered, “He looks just like you.” And truly, he did. From the shape of his nose to the faint curl of his lips, he was a miniature version of me. My mini-me. The hospital room was filled with laughter, blessings, and emotions so high they felt tangible. I remembered kissing Melissa’s forehead and silently thanking God for a second chance—not just with her, but with the family I thought I would never have. *** A month la
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