Sometimes I still caught myself staring at our family photographs.
Not because I had forgotten the memories.
Because I still couldn’t quite believe they were mine.
Five years.
Five beautiful years of being Lucas’s daddy.
Five years of bedtime kisses.
Sticky little hands.
Endless questions.
Tiny shoes somehow appearing in every corner of the house.
Five years of learning that love wasn’t something that divided itself.
It multiplied.
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I loved being a doctor.
I loved being Adrian’s husband.
But nothing…
Nothing in my life had ever compared to hearing a little voice shout,
“Daddy!”
the moment I walked through the front door.
No matter how difficult my day had been…
That one word healed everything.
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Sometimes I would sit on the sofa after Lucas had fallen asleep and think
