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By the time she finished he was wiping away tears. Who cared if he was now thirty-four? She’d written that song forhim. Describedhim. To a tee.

“You okay there, tough guy?”

He blew out a breath. “I didn’t think pregnancy hormones were catching.”

Her smile turned tender. “So it’s not bad, then?”

“It’s beautiful. You should sing it at Sam and Alexa’s wedding.”

“Hmm. Good idea.”

“Seriously, Princess. I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel quite so honored before.”

Her face lit, like she had another secret she couldn’t spill. But he’d let her keep that one. This gift she’d given him was the best gift of all.

CHAPTER22

“You’re looking really well, Sarah,” Dr. Feldman said in their next appointment.

“Did you say swell? Because swollen is how I’m feeling.”

“What do you mean?”

Sarah waggled her fingers. “I can’t wear my rings anymore.” It had taken ages to get her engagement ring off, even with all the lubricants they could find.

“Let me see your ankles.”

Sarah stuck out her jean-clad leg, tugging at the hem.

Dr. Feldman frowned, the first time she’d ever seen a frown from her, and Sarah knew a fissure of fear.

“What is it?”

Dr. Feldman’s face blanked. “I know we’ve still got four or five weeks to go, but I’d like you to do another blood fasting test.”

“Why?”

“It might be nothing, but it’s best to rule out risk factors associated with gestational diabetes. Your last result was a little high, remember?”

“Right,” she lied. She didn’t remember. The last few weeks had rushed by in a blur. Between finishing and submitting the songs for Dan’s album, to a Valentines’ date he managed to fit in around his games, Musko-cheer meetings, Boyd’s son’s christening, Sam’s wedding plans, and planning for the baby’s arrival, she barely remembered her results.

“Can you do that tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?”

“If you do it tomorrow, we can schedule an appointment the following day, as soon as the results come in. Can Dan come in too?”

“He’s playing in New York at the moment.”

“Ah.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, you’re perfectly fine. I don’t want you to stress, remember?”

“It’s hard not to stress when you’re saying things like this.”

“Like I said, it’s probably nothing, but best to rule out anything that might make delivering a challenge because your baby is too big. Speaking of, have you started those pre-natal classes?”

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