~{CLIFFORD'S POV}~
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"Can you please give me time to think this through?"
~
Back in the hotel room I booked, I sat on the edge of the bed as I thought on what Arleen said to me before our meeting came to an end.
Sighing, I took off my jacket and threw it aside before running my fingers through my hair.
When I had held Paul in my arms, I felt fulfilled and whole again. It was a sweet feeling.
How could I not love him?
I was ready to take up the father title not just because I loved Arleen but because her son deserved a loving father.
Sighing, I fell with my back to the bed and stared at the ceiling.
"Please don't take too long, Arleen," I mumbled to myself.
***
A week later…
"Please take good care of my daughter and grandson"
Her father said to me and I nodded while assuring him,
