The maternity ward pulsed with life—four newborn cries rising in perfect harmony.
The young mother, exhausted yet glowing, smiled through tears as she gazed at her quadruplets. Tiny, fragile, and perfect.

Her partner leaned over the crib, but instead of wonder, disbelief clouded his face.
“They… they’re Black,” he muttered, his voice thick with accusation.
She blinked, confused. “They’re ours, Jacob. They’re your children.”
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