Then, pregnancy number five.
After four daughters, my husband finally got the son he’d been begging for — but when he held our newborn boy for the first time, his words made my stomach drop.
My name is Alexis.
For eight years, my husband talked about wanting a son more than anything else in this world.
“Someone to carry on my name,” he always said.
Four daughters came first. He loved every single one of them.
But each time, I watched that same disappointment flicker across his face when we found out it was another girl.
Then, pregnancy number five.
“I can feel it,” Marcus told me the whole nine months. “This time, it’s my son.”
He was right.
After a long, hard delivery, our healthy baby boy finally arrived.
I had never seen my husband happier in eight years.
The nurse placed our son in his arms.
I expected joy.
Instead, Marcus went quiet, studying the baby’s face like something wasn’t adding up.
Then he looked at me, and what he said next made my whole body go cold.
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