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belly and remind myself that there are
more important things to focus on. Cohen
stirs, and he smiles when he sees me,
"You're up already."
“Yeah, I couldn't sleep.”
“Little man keeping you up?" He
runs a hand over my belly, and I try not
to flinch at his touch.
I don’t have the energy to argue the
way we usually do, about whether our
baby is a boy or girl. He leans over and
