“What if someone took them all?” he whispered.
The nurse nearly laughed.
“All nine? Sir, no one can raise nine babies alone. Not without money. People would think you’ve lost your mind.”
But Richard wasn’t listening anymore.
He stepped closer to the cribs.
One baby stared up at him with startling intensity.
Another reached for his sleeve.
A third broke into a gummy smile.
Something inside him split open.
The emptiness he’d been carrying transformed into something heavier — but alive.
Responsibility.
“I’ll take them,” he said.
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