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Peter
By the time we come downstairs, Sara’s parents have already found the bottle of Cristal I’ve been keeping in the refrigerator for a special occasion.
“Here, let me,” I say, noticing that Chuck is struggling to open it. Taking the bottle from him, I pop the cork and pour three glasses—one for everyone but Sara. For her, I take out a bottle of Perrier and pour some sparkling water into a champagne glass.
My ptichka won’t be able to have alcohol for the duration of her pregnancy and while she’s breastfeeding.
Breastfeeding our baby.
My ribcage tightens again, and my heartbeat skyrockets. I still can’t believe that this is real, that what I’ve wanted for so long is finally happening.
Sara willingly having my child.
The two of us as a real family.
My happiness is so absolute i
