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abe.” Peter’s handsome face cut in and out on the iPhone screen. “It’s going to be okay.”
“You don’t know that.” Lately, he’d really been getting on her nerves. She had a pounding headache. And fat fingers, fat feet and fat ankles, thick cankles. Jesus, sometimes Peter was dense. She hated feeling this way. Especially when they were far apart. “Los Angeles to Kentucky is too far.”
“Babe.” His tender voice enveloping her in his arms. “You’re right here. In my heart.”
By the time Peter returned for his birthday, she would be a squishy, veined, baby delivery system with stretch marks and flabby breasts. Ugly. Plain stupid ugly. And uncomfortable. Her sides were hurting. The baby was spreading quickly, as quickly as her nose had started to spread. What did her clients at God!ess th
