Coming up on the end of her eighth month, Marie was beginning to feel like she was never going to have the baby. Big as a house, wincing all the time from the kicks, she was smiling as broad as was possible as she helped the kids with their after school homework
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"Marie? Are you okay?' He comes very close to damaging the bathroom's doorframe on his way in.
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"We're having a baby."
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"I'm driving you. They told me to drive you. I think. I'll carry you." He scoops her up.
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