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I literally begged my husband on my knees to take me to the ER because I was in labor, but he snapped that I was just being dramatic and walked out to celebrate his mother’s birthday. Two days later, he smugly showed up at home, expecting to hold his newborn baby. But instead of hearing a baby’s cry, he was greeted by military vehicles packing our driveway and loaded guns waiting just for him.

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his phone. He was adjusting the cuff of his expensive charcoal suit, getting ready for his mother Evelyn’s sixty-fifth birthday party as if nothing else in the world mattered. Another contraction tore through me, and I bent forward, fighting for air.

“Please… I think the baby is coming.”

Ryan sighed like I had inconvenienced him.

“Claire, stop being so continue reading …

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