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ANGEL’S POV I had a new man in my life. Just one. His eyes were blue like mine. His hair dark like Ben’s and at his age he already had the charming smile that matched Curtis. He was my whole heart. “Good morning, Dean. How is my baby this morning?” I cooed. In reply he reached his hands up and I picked him up from his crib and headed to the kitchen where Nanna was already eating her breakfast. “Look at my boy. How is it possible that he gets cuter every day.” “Family curse, I’m afraid.” I joked. I sat down with him in my lap and pulled up my top. He latched on and started sucking. I still couldn’t get used it and winced a little. The kitchen buzzed and a voice talked through the buzzer. “Package for Miss Dawson.” “Ooh that should be the new portfolios.” Motherhood hadn’t slo
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