My Newborn Baby Cried All Day No Matter What We Did – What I Found in His Crib Made My Blood Boil

I looked at Aiden, crying in her arms.

“According to his birth certificate, I am, Claire. I’m the only father he will ever have, and I won’t let either of you hurt him again.”

An officer took Aiden from his mother.

The officers pulled Claire back as she shouted something else, but I didn’t hear her. Not anymore. I only had eyes and ears for my child.

His cries were no longer panicked or sharp. They were soft now — tired, uncertain whimpers that tugged at something primal in me. I stepped forward and gently took him into my arms. He was warm, lighter than I remembered, and he clung to the fabric of my shirt with a strength that didn’t match his size.

“Hey, buddy,” I whispered, rocking him slowly. “You’re okay. Dad’s here now.”

He shifted, his head pressing against my collarbone like he remembered me too. His body relaxed, and the crying stopped.

Dr. Channing appeared beside us.

“Let’s give him a quick exam, Lawrence,” he said. “Just to be sure he’s alright.”

I nodded and followed him down the corridor, still holding Aiden close.

No matter what came next, I wasn’t letting go. Not now. Not ever.

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