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I saw Connor’s motorcycle parked in front of the trailer when Tim and I returned from Cairo. “He must not have gone to the lab today,” I said.
“Maybe he’s having pregnancy symptoms,” Tim said with a grin. “In case you’ve forgotten, every time Isabella was pregnant, I had the morning sickness, weight gain, fatigue, the whole fun package,” he recalled. “She had an easy time in childbirth. I had all the labor pains.”
I did remember, and it made me laugh. “Connor’s had a few cravings.”
“Anything really bizarre?” Tim asked as he parked.
“Not for food.”
Tim waved me off. “Don’t want to know,” he laughed. “I think you’d better call it a day, babe. Put your feet up, eat ice cream and jalapenos, watch a corny movie.”
I wrinkled my nose. “That sounds hideous.”
“I hope it’s triplets
