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LINCOLN
The next day, Myla and I wait in what we consider to be ‘our room’ in the palace infirmary. I’m tempted to bring some posters or potted plants. Dr. V should show up any minute. Myla sports her Scala robes. I wear my tunic, leather pants, and a forced look of calm.
It’s just a doctor visit, Lincoln.
Which is true. But when anything touches on the idea of Myla and baby Maxon, it gets an extra sheen of anxiety. It’s not that I expect the doctor to step into the room and Myla goes into labor, but…
All right. Perhaps, that is what I expect.
Myla sits on the examination table, her legs swinging beneath her. She is pumped for this visit because she’s been eating a lot of veggies these days. Sure, many of them are covered in chocolate, but we’re celebrating victories here.
Even M
