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She could not get enough of him.
She’d spent the last few hours gazing at him as he slept.
She could spend another lifetime.
Nothing could replace the sweet contour of his back, the curve of his neck, the fists that could fly deliciously out of tempo with his kicking, the softness of his cheeks dimpled into smile.
Joy expanded her chest and spread a warmth under her skin that flushed through her soul to fill her with a flood of well-being.
She was his forever grandmother.
Note: Dedicated to all the grandmothers and great-grandmothers. To the aunts and great-aunts. To the mothers and mothers-to-be. To the grandfathers and great-grands, to the uncles and fathers. May you know this love, for nothing can replace it.