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“Got the bag, baby.” I side-eye her. “You okay?” Inwardly, I’m praying she’ll make it because I do not wanna deliver the baby. Labor and delivery staff are heroes.
Tammy’s looking at me all emotional, and there’s tears in her eyes. I’m gonna melt if she continues, so I watch the road.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Reed. Did I ever tell you that?”
I melt in my seat. Also, I clear my throat, a little uncomfortable with all the melting I’m feeling. “Thank you, baby. Did we settle on the name yet?”
“Sparrow,” Leah says from the back.
“Oh,” Tammy turns. “That’s…that’s really nice. Reed?”
“Whatever you want, Tammy." I squeeze her knee. "I’m with you.”
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