Page 117 of Babies for the Big Shot

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Then I exhale.

And type.

Sara: Now’s not a great time.

It’s not meant to be cold, but I need to be more emotionally stable before I face him.

He replies almost instantly.

Nick: It’s important.

Nick: I need to explain. I need to see you. Just for five minutes. Please. There is so much going on…

The word “please” does something dangerous to me. Makes everything in my chest pinch and burn and ache.

But I don’t say yes. Not yet.

Sara: I have something to tell you, too.

There’s a pause. A long one.

Then…

Nick: Okay.

Nick: What is it?

I chew on my bottom lip.

Sara: Not over text.

Nick: Sara…

Sara: You’re not the only one who’s been hit with a plot twist lately.

Another beat.

Nick: Is it about the baby?

My pulse skitters. My fingers move before I can overthink it. I type because I don’t want toseethe expression on his face again.

Sara: Babies.

Three blinking dots. Then they vanish.

Come back.

Vanish again.

Then…

Nick: …What?

I wince.

Sara: Yeah. You’re going to want to sit down.

Nick: Sara. Tell me.

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