A Boy Delivered Right at Your Door

A Boy Delivered Right at Your Door

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David never expected to become a single father at sixteen. When his girlfriend Sophia became pregnant just six months into their relationship, he promised to stay by her side-and he did. From morning sickness to late-night cravings, David was there through it all. But just months after their daughter Marie was born, Sophia disappeared without a word, leaving David to raise her alone. Now twenty, David's life revolves around his spirited four-year-old daughter and the quiet routine they've built together-until a mistaken knock at the door changes everything. Oliver, thinking he's visiting his sister's new apartment, stumbles into their lives by accident. But something about him sticks. As David and Oliver grow closer, what started as an awkward first encounter begins to feel like something more. And maybe, just maybe, a new kind of family is waiting to be built.
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