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[An entire day of painful contractions, screaming, and dirty cursing- all leading up to this final moment. Lavi sat propped up in a hospital bed, long hair pinned up messily atop her head and she couldn't have looked happier even if she was beyond tired. In her arms held her small infant son, coddled in a blue blanket provided by the clinic, of course.
She had been tearing up ever since she first laid eyes on him, unable to fully believe he was here and this was happening. Her son, her blood and flesh, so small and so... real. From the next Bookman in line to a single mother it was quite a path she had taken, willing or not.
She continued to watch his face, brushing the tip of her finger against his puffy cheek and she could feel her eye burning again.] Oh lord... [His fingers were so small! She let him grasp her finger and a bright smile came across her face at his grip.]
... Hello, Jonathan.