I was lying on the couch resting. At seven months pregnant, even small tasks felt exhausting. Blake was in the shower. The house was quiet. Then I heard a phone vibrating on the coffee table. Without thinking, I reached for it, assuming it was mine.
It was his.
“Can’t wait to see you. Time tomorrow, sweetheart.”
At first, I thought …
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