For a few seconds, nothing happened.
She had said those same words at our first ultrasound.
After three years of appointments and treatments, they still felt borrowed from somebody else’s life.
Lucas came through the back door carrying a tray of lemonade glasses. He saw our faces and set the tray down before one of us could warn him.
« Did I miss it? »
« You always miss it, » I said.
« Did I miss it? »
He crouched in front of me and rested his cheek against my dress.
« Come on, little one. Your father is asking nicely. »
The baby stayed still.
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