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“Will you rub them?”

“There’s not much I won’t do for you, love.”

“Will you grab the Twizzlers?”

He eyes me. “Why are you stressed?”

“Hello.” I point at my belly. “Childbirth is imminent. It’s all fun and games until I have to push this thing out.”

He smirks. “Let’s get you settled by the fire, and I’ll fetch the sweets.”

“You’re handy to have around.”

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