Mom laughed and returned to the flowers.
Lucas looked up at me. « Already taking after your mother. »
« My mother is decorating our entire yard for free. »
« Come on, little one. Your father is asking nicely. »
« Exactly. Strong opinions and excellent project management. »
I ran my fingers through his hair.
He kissed my stomach, then stood and moved the chair behind me into the shade without being asked.
That was Lucas.
He rarely announced that he loved me. He filled my water bottle, carried crackers for my nausea, and rubbed my swollen ankles.
He rarely announced that he loved me.
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