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Chapter 17

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** seasons of Change**

It was a crisp autumn evening when Claire felt the first pangs of labor. The leaves had begun to turn vibrant shades of red and gold, and the air carried a hint of the coming winter. Seabreeze was calm and quiet, the sky tinged with the last colors of the setting sun, as Claire and Ethan realized that the moment they had been eagerly awaiting was finally here.

As the contractions grew stronger, Ethan remained by Claire’s side, his voice steady and soothing as he reassured her with each breath she took. The house that had once held only memories of the past was now alive with the anticipation of new life. Everything they had worked for, everything they had dreamed of, was about to culminate in the most precious gift they could imagine.

They arrived at the small hospital in Seabreeze, where the staff greeted them with warm smiles and words of encouragement. Claire was taken to a private room, and Ethan never let go of her hand, his presence a constant source of st
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