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A grin tugs at his mouth as he assesses the screen. “It really is.” It might be the first time I’ve ever seen him smile a real smile. No bitterness or spite or malice driving it. Just this small, delighted quirk of his mouth. He looks beautiful. I wait for the wave of fear and upset. The doom of reality at knowing I’ll bring another spoiled Royal into this world. It never comes. Instead, I’m struck by a sense of awe, protectiveness, and truth. I just see my baby boy. Our baby boy.
