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I reach into my pocket and pull out the red velvet pouch. “I’ve already attached the charm to your bracelet,” I tell her.

When I remove her memory bracelet from the pouch, she eagerly extends her arm out in front of her so I can strap it to her wrist. She wastes no time spinning it around until she finds the newest addition.

“Oh! Braxton,” she breathes as her eyes could with tears. “A tiny pair of baby feet. They’re perfect … you’re perfect. I couldn’t have wished for a better life or partner to do it with.”

“That’s exactly how I feel as well, sweetheart. I love you, Mrs Spencer. Always and forever.”

“I love you more, Mr Spencer.”

“Not possible,” I reply.

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