Thumbs
“Say something, Seven.” “It’s impossible.” He looked stunned. “Everything about us is impossible.” I lowered a trembling hand to my stomach. Seven twined his fingers through mine and finally looked me in the eye. I was surprised by what I saw there: awe, pride, and a hint of panic. Then he smiled. It was an expression of complete joy. “What if I’m no good at being a parent?” I asked uncertainly. “You’ve been a father—you know what to do.” “You’re going to be a wonderful mother” was his prompt response. “All that children need is love, a grown-up to take responsibility for them, and a soft place to land.” Seven moved our clasped hands over my belly in a gentle caress. “We’ll tackle the first two together. The last will be up to you. How are you feeling?” “A bit tired and queasy, physi
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