A. J. McDine - The Baby

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There's a baby in your house. It isn't yours...

The day I was told I'd never be able to have a child, my world came crashing down. My husband says he still loves me, but I lie awake at night, wishing we could have a family.

One morning, my husband's side of the bed is cold and empty. I hear a noise and head downstairs.

In the middle of the rug in my living room is a wooden drawer. Swaddled inside, with perfect rosy cheeks and beautiful round blue eyes, a baby gazes up at me.