“You remember when I told you I’d waited all my life to find you and that the reality of you was better than the dream?” “Max.” Curling Mia into his front, his daughter firmly in his arm, Max’s breath caught as Peyton leaned her little head on his shoulder as she ran her tiny hand down his face. Breathing in her fresh scent, his eyes closed as he kissed her raven-colored hair and then thanked God for his precious gift. Clearing a knot that had formed in his throat, Max looked down at Mia, placed a hand to her stomach, and then told her, “I was wrong. This, right here, right now, is paradise.”
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