“That’s great,” Laurel said.
Brett drew his brows together. “But you want to know for certain, right?”
She did except… If anything went wrong, she would lose not only Junior, but also Brett, too. A heaviness settled in her heart. Before seeing the baby, she’d been so certain about having the test done. Logically, she still wanted to know, but…
She glanced at Brett. “Is it still okay with you?”
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After the amniocentesis, Brett drove Laurel home and fixed her lunch. Once she’d eaten, she disappeared upstairs to take a nap. That had been two hours ago.
Concerned, Brett peeked inside her room. “Laurel?”
“Come in.” Her voice sounded so soft, almost fragile.
He stopped inside the doorway. Laurel lay on the bed, curled up on her left side. Her hair spread over the burgundy Egyptian-co
