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| skirt, and slipped her bloomers down her legs and threw them aside. He felt a strange sort of dizziness assail him when he saw that the child's head was already visible. |

| He gave Sasha a grimacing look, then had no recourse but to place his hands gently on either side of the child's head and wait for Bianca to do the rest. |

| "It hurts so!" Bianca cried, her face twisted with pain. She grunted and groaned, then gave a great push. |

| Sasha felt faint when she saw the child slide from Bianca's body into Ashton's waiting arms. She placed her hands to her throat and felt tears welling up in her eyes when she saw that the child was a boya healthy, pinkish-colored boy with ten fingers and toes, and the most perfectly shaped head sporting a full cropping of black hair. Streaked with blood, the umbilical cord still attaching him to his mother, the baby began crying and kicking his legs. |

| "He's so beautiful!" Sasha said, ripping some material from the skirt of her dress to clean the baby with, while Ashton took a knife from his pocket and detached mother from son. |

| Bianca breathed hard, her eyes closed. "I do not want to see him," she said, sobbing. "He is yours, Sasha! He is yours!" |

| "Bianca, surely you don't mean that," she murmured. "Look at him. He's perfect in every way. He's your child. You have to want him!" |

| "I want my child to have a good life," Bianca said, still refusing to look at her son. "Hehe could never have a good life with me." She opened her |

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