Page 75 of Just A Chance

“I’ve got you, Sunny. Always.” I press a kiss to her lips for luck, for love, for hope.

“We’ve got this,” she nods.

“Let’s go. Your bag is in the car, right?” I hold her arms, steadying her so she doesn’t slip on the slick surface I’ve made. I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad. Gosh, I hope I don’t let her down. I’m sure even the best parents let their kids down at some point. But I’m never giving up on this little girl.

“Yeah, all the hospital stuff is in the car. But you need to change,” London says.

“I thought you liked me for me.”

“I meant the watermelon!” she yells then bends over with a scream. She’s killing my hand, but I’m not about to complain. We’ve all learned that lesson well today. “I,” she takes a breath and stands up straighter. “Am not having a baby while my husband wears a watermelon and a towel!”

“I’ve got clothes somewhere around here.” Hopefully.

“Hey!” Michael hollers. “The towels.”

“Sorry, no time. Merry Christmas, boys!”

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