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“As many as you want.”
Smiling, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of babies with dark hair and blue eyes.
Chapter Forty-One
The Ranch
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Salem
Well, we’re dying here.
Poet
Yeah, how did the appointment go?
Me
I’m pregnant.
Wyn
We know that already. we want all the info.
Salem
What’s the sex?
Me
It’s too early to know. But we do know our due date . . .
Poet
Tease! Come on
Wyn
Tell us
Me
My due date is Christmas Day.
Salem
Stop it that’s too perfect.
Poet
omg!!!!
Me
I don’t know if it’s good. Won’t he or she’s birthday be overshadowed by Christmas?
Salem
