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A tiny fist clenches strongly around a full-grown finger. The proud father sits in the bed next to his wife, staring in pride and awe at the small being cradled in his arms. Photos adorn the walls of the bedroom, gaps waiting to be filled by the new addition. The white wooden door opens and his best friend enters, unknowing of his forth-coming godfather-hood. A smile lights up his face and the bundle is carefully transferred to him. Pacing slowly over to the wooden rocking chair in the corner, he sits, cooing at the child while the new parents watch on. The father remembers; first worried for his love's health followed by the shock and joy of the new arrival that should join them in months to come. The baby began to wriggle and fuss before bright blue eyes that held flecks of green, promising to be emerald in the future, opened. The head of the friend snaps up in shock at the question just asked. His head nods in acceptance, they were a family, mother, father, son and godfather.
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