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MYLA
Getting told to eat kale? Not fun.
Having s*x with my husband? Let’s just say that this morning, I’m sore in all the best ways. Honestly, I’m not sure where Lincoln gets all his s*x-n-pregnancy information, but I’m a fan.
We’ve just finished breakfast when someone knocks on our main door.
“Myla! Lincoln!”
I smile my face off. It’s my parents.
Lincoln grins as well. “Your master plan is about to come true.”
“You know it.”
Here’s the deal. As part of rescuing Lincoln in New York, I had to fake my own death. I know, ick. The good part is that I’m totally alive (obviously). Once Lincoln and I got back to Antrum, we sent a note to my parents, informing them of this fact. And I strategically neglected to mention how I’m now mega-pregnant because surprise!
I cup my hand by my mo
