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Ethan
I dig down in a bowl of ice cream as I grab for the remote control. It’s too hot, it’s still early October, but the heat is still much more than I like. Especially in the state I’m in now.
I put the bowl on top of my belly, the bowl leaving a cold ring on the skin.
Next to me, Max laughs and reaches out, taking the bowl off. “I don’t think you want to risk that again.”
I roll my eyes. I know the baby is asleep right now, or at least calm. It’s not like he’ll bump it off again. Last week, as I playfully put a glass of water on top, the baby bumped it off and I was covered in ice-cold water. Which was both funny and annoying at the same time, as getting changed is not getting any easier these days.
I hear a soft knock and look up. Elias is standing in the doorway, a stack of pa
