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MYLA
Tick tock, tick tock.
Even when you’re queen, the doctor takes his own sweet time showing up.
I sit on my regular spot on the examination table thingy. Lincoln waits nearby. We’re both rather quiet. No question why, either. This news about Connor’s secret party is huge.
Lincoln’s father is a lot of things. A drunk is not one of them. Even at big festivals, Connor stays sober. And that’s when the celebration lasts through the night. What’s Connor doing getting blitzed this early in the morning? It may be a little sick of me, but I’m really looking forward to finding out.
Finally, Dr. V. enters the room. He asks questions about my diet and weight. Then, the doctor proclaims what he always does.
“The baby could arrive in a day or six more months.”
It’s not overly helpful, but
