SarahThe next morning, I woke up before the sun.My eyes were swollen from crying the night before, but I forced myself out of bed anyway. Alexander didn’t care about my heartbreak. He needed his mother to be there, even when everything felt like it was falling apart.I walked quietly into his room. He was already awake, standing in his crib, holding the bars with his tiny hands and bouncing excitedly when he saw me.“Mama!” he squealed, reaching both arms up.The sound of his voice melted something inside my chest. I lifted him out of the crib and held him close, breathing in his sweet baby smell...baby powder, milk, and that special scent that only he had.“Good morning, my love,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his soft dark hair.Alexander giggled and patted my cheek with his chubby little hand. “Mama pretty.”I smiled despite everything. “Thank you, baby.”I carried him to the changing table, changed his diaper, and dressed him in his favorite blue onesie with li
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