I just read this and I think it fits perfectly into how I feel about my little “mini-Dan”:
“I carried the child for nine months, puked my guts out, gained a crap load of weight, spent hours and hours and hours daydreaming what the baby would look like and then pushed him from my body. Dad? What did he do? Had a little Sexy Time with me and then held my hand while I pushed? Yet there it is. The undeniable fact that my child looks just like his father. In fact, he looks so much like his dad and nothing like me that if he were the woman in the relationship I’d wonder if I even contributed DNA and would be giving the mailman’s eye color serious consideration next time he came around delivering packages.”
All I can hope for is that Jace keeps his blue eyes so that he has something from me!
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