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shoes in the entryway and leaned against the wall, one hand on her belly.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
“Peaceful,” I said, surprising myself again.
“Really?”
“Really.”
She smiled softly. “That’s new.”
“I think I finally stopped waiting for them to become the parents I wanted.”
She reached for my hand and placed it over her stomach. “Good. Because someone continue reading …
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