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“Hand  me  a towel .”

                    R yle’s  ha nd   appea rs  around   the  sho wer  curtain  a  few   sec ond s  later.
                I   try   to   fit    the   towel    around    me   bef ore   pulling    the   sho wer   curtain
                aside.  It’s odd, hi ding  your body from your own  hu sband .
                    The  towel   does n’t  fit .  It  covers   up  my  boobs  but  then  opens   like  an
                upside- down  V over  my stomach.
                    Ano ther    cont raction    hi ts   as   I’m   step ping    out   of   the   sho wer.   R yle

                grabs  my  ha nd   and   hel ps  me  brea the  thro ugh  it,  then        walks  me  int o
                the   bed room.     I’m   calmly    picking    out   clea n   clothes    to   wea r   to   the
                ho spital when  I glanc e  over  at hi m.
                    He’s   staring    at   my   stomach.    There’ s    a   look   on   hi s   face   I   can’t
                dec ipher.
                    His ey es  meet  mine  and  I pause  wha t I’m doing .
                    There’ s  a  moment   tha t  passes  bet ween       us  where    I  can’t  tell  if  he’s

                about  to  frown      or   smile.   His  face   twists  int o  both   someho w,  and   he
                blows    out   a   quick   brea th,    dropping    hi s   ey es    back   to   my   stomach.
                “You’re  bea utiful,” he  whi sper s.
                    A  pang   sho ots  thro ugh     my  ches t  tha t  ha s  no thi ng   to  do  with   the
                cont ractions .  I  rea lize  thi s  is  the  firs t  time  he’s  seen  my  bare  stomach.
                It’s  the  firs t  time  he’s  witnes sed   wha t  I  look  like  with  hi s  baby  growing

                ins ide  of me.
                    I  walk  over  to  hi m  and   take  hi s  ha nd .  I  place  it  on  my  stomach  and
                ho ld it there.  He  smiles  at me, brushi ng  hi s thu mb back and  forth.  It’s
                a bea utiful moment . One  of our bet ter  moment s.
                    “Tha nk  you, Lily.”
                    It’s written  all over  hi m, the  way he’s touchi ng  my stomach,  the  way
                hi s   ey es    are   looking    back   at   mine.    He’s   no t   tha nk ing    me   for   thi s

                moment ,      or   any    moment    tha t   came   bef ore   thi s   one.    He’s   tha nk ing
                me  for all the  moment s I’m allowing  hi m to ha ve  with  hi s chi ld.
                    I groan,  lea ni ng  for ward. “Fucking  hel l.”
                    The  moment is over.
                    R yle  grabs  my  clothes   and   he lps  me  int o  them .  He  picks  up  all  the
                thi ng s  I  tel l  hi m  to  carr y  and   then   we  make  our  way  to  the  el ev ator.

                Slowly. I ha ve  a cont raction  when  we’re  ha lfway there.
                    “You  should  call  Allysa,”  I  tel l  hi m  when  we  pull  out  of  the  parking
                garage.
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