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And he knows it

"You ready to be lare at hi about sex?"

"No, you’re thinking about sex" He grins "Your eyes are begging lance around to nant wo to their partners or have their heads buried in babyabout what they’re going to see on the ultrasound I read that we ers and toes" Panic flutters in ers, Tuck? What if it doesn’t have a nose?" My breathing grows labored "Oh my God, what if we have a mutant baby?"

Tucker hunches over and starts to shake It takeswith silent, hysterical laughter Wonderful The father ofatas he lifts his head "I knew I shouldn’t have let you watch The Hills Have Eyes last night"

"There was nothing else on," I protest And I didn’t want you to leave

I’ reasons to have Tucker over Like, "we need to research breathing classes," and, " by to rub it?" and, "ed me to reconsider that last one, but I wasn’t serious about it to begin with The idea of ed in a tub full of water and childbirth fluids makes me want to throw up

But because he’s Tucker, he’s driven to Boston every ti advantage of hined up for

"We’re not going to have ato be perfect I promise"

I nod weakly

"Sabrina James?" a voice calls from the doorway

"That’s me" I shoot to my feet so fast that I wobble for aone muscular arm around my shoulders

"That’s us," he corrects

We follow the pink-scrubs-wearing nurse doide, well-lit hallway She guides us into an exam room and instructs me to sit up on the table The ultrasound machine is already set up beside it, and my heart does an excited little flip

"I really want to know," I blurt out once the nurse leaves the roo it will be when the doctor shouts out ‘It’s a boy!’ or ‘It’s a girl!’"

This is his go-to argument But frankly, I don’t need any ht now My hoed, ith Nana lecturingthe baby, and constantly re out free childcare just because I’hter And of course, then there’s Ray, with his snide comments about my pro how to use a condoive a shit about Nana…well, I’hter or grandson in her arms She’s always been a sucker for babies

"I want to kno," I whine, not caring that I sound like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum

"How about this? We’ll Rock, Paper, Scissors for it"

Yeah, we’re going to ht

"Fine" I crack my knuckles, which makes him snicker "Ready?"