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After we ate, we all sat in the living room and talked. Dad and Ian started a fire and the warm crackle and the company made everything feel right. Perfect. Just how it should be.
“How have you been feeling, Finley?” Eddie asked.
I shrugged. “A lot better the last few weeks. The morning sickness is gone, and I have more energy.”
“That’s good news. When do you see the midwife again?”
“Mid-January. It’s another ultrasound. I haven’t had one since I first found out I was pregnant.”
“Do they have that four-dee thing? Where they do a video?”
“Yep. No blobs or fuzzy pictures.” I smiled. My mom mentioned many times how crappy the quality of ultrasounds were when she was pregnant with Ian and me.
“That’ll be nice. You have to bring me that video and show me sometime,” Eddie said. He smi
