When I first held Lucas, my heart nearly burst. Caleb cried harder than I’d ever seen, calling it the happiest moment of his life. And he meant it. He was an incredible father—never just “helping,” always equally parenting.
But not everyone saw it that way.
“Strange, isn’t it?” she’d remark. “In our family, boys always look like their fathers.”
Caleb always brushed it off. “He takes after Claire’s side. It’s not that deep.”
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