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Suddenly, the days started speeding by in a blur. Quick as a wink, it was Sunday, and I was down to a week before I had to tell the Davis family about Peanut. I was glad to have the distraction of girls’ night to take my mind off the quickly approaching confrontation with my baby’s family.
Court and I had a longstanding tradition of meeting on Sunday evenings for tacos and margaritas at Joe’s restaurant, where she worked. Since finding out about the pregnancy, I had substituted lemonade for my margarita. Other than that change, we were adamant about maintaining our weekly ritual.
This week, Court had agreed to work the lunch shift because Joe was short-staffed. Seth and I decided to head over to the restaurant a little early, so we would be there when her shift ended. I was pretty su
