Huh.
I smile again.
“Yeah, I guess we do. Aside from a baby, that is,” I say teasingly.
“Right,” he says.
“Right,” I repeat.
And we grin at each other.
Fuck, hissmile.
“Well … on that note, I think we should both be thankful that we have some parental figures worth emulating.”
“We definitely should,” I agree, “and we’ll make sure to tell him or her all about our beloved Abuela and Pops.”
CHAPTER 10
NOAH
Thirteen Weeks
Noah: Good morning, Lucy. How are you feeling today?
Lucy:Ooohh. So formal!
Noah:It’s not formal, merely polite.
Lucy:LOL, okay, so ‘polite’ today.
Noah:Are you going to answer my question?
Lucy:There he is.
Noah:Who?
Lucy:You. Bossy and demanding Noah
Noah:…typing
…typing
…typing
Lucy:Whatever you’re so busy writing and rewriting over there don’t bother. Sorry if I’m being pissy, I didn’t sleep well.
Noah:What’s wrong?
Noah:Are you alright?
Noah:Is the baby okay?
Noah:I can be there in ten minutes.
Lucy:Woah! Calm down! I’m fine, the baby is fine. Just starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Back hurts. Tossed and turned most of the night.
Noah:You should take today off. Stay home and rest.
