At first, I thought she was joking. My brain simply couldn’t process the sentence.
“Sorry?” I said, half laughing.
“You need to give me your baby when he’s born.”
The way she said it wasn’t emotional or dramatic.
It was calm.
Like she was asking me to pass the salt.
The Sister Who Always Wanted a Son
Lena had always been obsessed with the idea of having a boy.
Even when we were kids, she talked about it constantly.
She had this fantasy version of motherhood that revolved entirely around sons — baseball games, fishing trips, a little boy who would adore her.
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