I lean against the counter of the store, fanning myself with
one hand and rubbing my swollen belly with the other. Bastian is kicking up a
storm and I cannot get him to stop, no matter what I do.
The heat is also at a record high today. I really have to
stop letting Jude knock me up in the winter. Chloe was born in August, and Bastian
will be too. I’m already a week overdue, and today I finally started having
I look up as Jude walks into the store with Sunny riding on
his back and Chloe clasped in one arm. In the other, he’s cradling some sort of
animal, and I can tell by the grin on his face that I’m not going to like it.