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He looks up at Cayden, gesturing towards him with the papers, “But they aren’t yours, right?”
“All the pups are mine, Your Honour. But no, he is not biologically mine,” Cayden responds with a proud smile.
I caress his leg, feeling a sense of pure happiness streaming through me. “The biological father is Finnegan Blackwood, Your Honour.”
“Very well,” he says, scribbling down something on another document. “Aaaand, two years later, Ryder Blackwood was born?”
“He is mine,” Cayden bursts out, puffing his chest proudly. “Biological, I mean.”
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