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It doesn’t take long for all our clothes to be piled on the floor in a rumpled mess I take off my hat and drop it onto the pile and slip into the tub across fro, with the table between us

She laughs, picking up a petal “Did you murder a peony?”

I shrug and the water sloshes “It died for a worthy cause”

She sighs and drops the petal back into the water

“We find out the gender at my next appoint it up

I nod “Yeah” I pick up a piece of cheese and cracker and pop it intocheese, but fuck it

“What do you want?” she asks, cutting up her le some to her water

“Huh?” I ask, confused by her question

“Do you want a boy or a girl?”

I shrug “I don’t know Either would be fine, I’uy so I see myself with a little boy It’s easier to picture what to do What do you want?”

“I thought I didn’t care, but last night …” she trails off and the water sloshes as she rubs her small bump

“Last night?” I proet her back on track

She inhales a breath “Last night, I had a dreairl” She looks away, her eyes distant “I want that” She puts eirl

“You hat?” I urge her to tell me

She slowly brings her eyes back utsup I want to be a mom who plays dolls, and does her kid’s hair, and plays dress-up and as I don’t want to be a failure like ood now, but she wasn’t always there I want our kid to know I’m always there”