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Lily the Destroyer
Derek and I sat on Van’s front porch, drinking our lemonade and enjoying each other’s company. He made my day––okay, probably my year–– when he said that the one good thing that came out of the tragic fire next door was that he got to meet me.
How sweet was that?? I could feel my cheeks burning hot pink with the thrill of hearing this hunk of manhood saying something that marvelous to me. The little nugget in my belly chose that moment to do a major flip-flop. It startled me enough that I jolted and placed my flat palm across my abdomen to help soothe my unborn child.
At Derek’s questioning gaze, I felt like I had just acknowledged the elephant in the room––or rather, on the front porch swing. He must have already noticed my protruding belly, but he was too much of
