After ten years of miscarriages, we finally had our miracle baby girl — but when the nurse handed her to my husband, he went completely pale, stared at the birthmark on her shoulder, and whispered, “No… that’s impossible.”

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“You’ve never once given me a single reason to worry about that,” I said. “Not in twelve years.”

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“I know,” Desmond said. “I think I just needed tonight, and that phone call, to fully believe it myself instead of just knowing it intellectually.”

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It’s been three months now since Iris was born, the small mark on her shoulder exactly the same size it was that first night, a permanent, ordinary part of who she is, the same way it was for her great-grandmother, and her grandfather, long before it ever became anything complicated for the family that followed.
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