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ALEXANDER Deep in my chest, I could feel something was wrong. Bailee's panic and pain seemed to somehow reach me through our connection. I was extremely aware of it and was on my feet before the door to the visitor’s room opened. Bailee’s eyes were red, and her face was splotchy as if she had been
BAILEE Ben sat staring at my round stomach as I rubbed it. I hadn’t figured out yet if I was having muscle spasms or if the baby had started kicking, but I was excited either way. He or she was growing and growing fast. I always heard people say you get bigger faster with your second kid, and t
“Come on, man. What the hell?” I heard Alex say as I closed the bathroom door. As I did my business and washed my hands, I could hear the faint rumble of them talking but ignored it as I took several deep breaths in an attempt to control my frustration. It seemed I was overreacting to everything
BAILEE “You’re twenty-seven,” I said as I rolled my eyes and stepped into the room from the hallway. “You’re not aging out of anything. You still have a decade ahead of you to play if you want it.” Ben placed the beer down on the counter as he clenched his jaw, clearly not expecting me to have he
ALEXANDER Ben seemed to be in lighter spirits the rest of the night, but it could have been because he had a few more beers and finally started to relax. Meanwhile, I watched Bailee closely, wondering if she wanted to talk to Caleb because she really wanted closure, as she had said, or if she was
BAILEE “You’ve been quiet,” I said as I used the towel in my hand to dry my hair. Alex sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, staring at the floor before him. He smiled as he looked up at me, and I smiled back. My cheeks were hot from the sun exposure,
BAILEE Oh, I was going to be sick. There was no doubt about it. The sterile, white hospital room was too much, and I felt ridiculous for being here over a few cramps. This probably could have waited until the morning when we could have gone to my OBGYN, but Alex was adamant that this needed
ALEXANDER “Uncle knows best.” Ben sang in a taunt as he walked past me with three glasses of what looked like apple juice. Knowing Brinley was up there, I assumed she was the reason for his selection unless he was just extremely constipated. He had been over the moon to find out that he had been