Page 117 of Samuel

“Come on. My cravings aren’t that bad. Peanut butter definitely. But maybe with spring onions?”

Sam laughed. “Jellybean is going to have one adventurous palate.”

“I doubt it. She’ll be eating chicken nuggets and plain macaroni like every other toddler before we know it.”

“Alright, graceful shuffler. Let’s get… shuffling.” Sam laughed again as the playful smack landed onhis chest.

Daisy:How’s our girl doing?

Emma:Let us know if you need us to drop off anything else!

Jackson:She’s a fucking goddess. I couldn’t be more in love with this woman. Doc says she’s already 7cm and progressing fast. He should be here before the morning.

Evie: Well, now I’m crying. If that isn’t the sweetest text.

John:Yeah, that brother of mine is a real sap for his woman.

Sam:Like you wouldn’t be for my sister?

John:Oh, I’ll be worse when it’s our turn to bring a baby home.

Jackson:Want to bet?

Abby:He’s not allowed to take bets with you anymore.

Evie: Give Grace all our love.

Emma:Tell her if she pushes the baby out before breakfast, I can stop over with coffee and a cinnamon roll for her!

Sebastian:Don’t let my fiance push her way in. I’ll drop off coffee and sweets anytime and you won’t have to hand that baby over to me.

Emma:Traitor! My own love!

John:Oh man, someone’s not getting lucky tonight.

Emma:Nah. He will. I love intense foreplay.

Daisy:EMMA! This is a baby update text thread.

Emma:How do you think babies are made?

Evie: Shouldn’t we be keeping the texts to a minimum? Grace and Jackson need to focus.

Jackson:Actually, Grace is laughing between contractions as I read her these messages. You’ll see soon enough, Evie! Distraction is welcome in labor.

Sam:Don’t talk to Evie about labor. I had to talk her down off the ledge on the walk home.

Abby:You’ll do amazing, Evie.

Daisy:There is nothing to be afraid of. You are a rock star, Evie. You’ll kick ass when it’s your turn.

Evie set her phone down and rolled into Sam, snuggling into his chest. Their friends were right. She’d be fine. Especially with an epidural. Now that, she was looking forward to.

“Thank you for tonight,” she whispered.

“You deserve to be celebrated. So does Jellybean.”

Evie looked at the bassinet in the corner of the room, and the boxes of diapers stacked opposite it with a few outfits resting on top.

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