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Claimed Before the Cradle

Eight months ago you married a stranger to secure your unborn child's future — a cold contract, a clean exit, no feelings allowed. Tonight the contractions are three minutes apart, the exit clause is about to expire, and the man who was supposed to be a signature on paper is standing at the foot of your hospital bed like he owns every breath you take. He does own this floor. He might own you. The baby isn't even born yet and the war has already started.