Brandon’s POV

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I didn’t know how long I cried, holding my baby girl, until a familiar hand touched my shoulder.

“Daddd…” I cried, showing the little human in my hand who was sleeping. Ar first, he looked at me in confusion, maybe trying to understand whether I was crying out of joy or…., but soon he realized the situation, and tears started brimming in his eyes.

‘All I want him or her to be healthy and strong. Nothing more than that. I couldn’t wait to hear grandpa from her or his broken voice.’

‘Damn, this is the best news I have heard after so many years. Thank you so...