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I watch the wonder and excitement on their faces when they feel her. Walker kisses the spot where she is moving. “Your daddies can’t wait to see you, baby girl.”

My nose burns as I try not to cry, I cry over everything nowadays though. They didn’t give me ketchup with my lunch while I was out for lunch with my friends yesterday and I sobbed like a baby.

I so don’t want to go to work today. I want to lay here forever with them talking to our sweet girl.

“I would kill for some cheese fries right now.”

“I’ll bring you some for lunch,” Walker says.

“I can’t wait.”

“I have to go in for work,” I groan, rolling out of bed and into my closet to slip on my clothes. I sit down to do my makeup at the vanity Darren bought for me when he saw me climb on the bathroom counter to do my makeup.

My phone rings and I answer without looking to see who it is. “Hi, Summer,” Opal says.

“How are you today?” I ask her.

“I’m sad today, Summer,” she says in a robotic voice.

Something has shifted with Opal; she calls me daily and asks me weird questions. She is not the same girl who I rescued in the restaurant. I have asked her parents if she is okay but they don’t seem to be concerned.

Maybe she is just lonely and wanting someone to talk to?

“I’m sorry to hear about that, Opal. Anything I can do to help you? Have you seen your therapist today?” I ask her.

I hear a loud sound, like she threw something. “I do not need a therapist,” she grinds out, I can hear the phone cracking like she is squeezing it.

“I’m sorry if that upset you, Opal,” I apologize.

“Are you working today?” she says in a fake cheerful voice, switching up.

“Yes,” I answer her and spray setting spray on my face. I take my hair out of my bun brushing through the locks and run a straightener through the parts that aren’t straight.

The phone call ends suddenly. I shake my head and smile at myself in the mirror, putting her out of my mind. I have tried and tried to find therapists to help her and spoken to her parents but she is in Alabama.

“Opal again?” Walker asks, getting his clothes for the day.

I nod, turning around to face him. “Yeah, something is seriously wrong there. I’m not sure what, but I can’t put my finger on it.” She has been calling me like this for weeks now, sometimes she is just crying incoherently.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much baby, sometimes things are out of our control.” He takes my hand helping me out of my seat, his hand goes straight to my belly.

“You’re right,” I agree with him.

“Darren is warming the truck.”

What did I say? Totally spoiled by them. I drew the line when they were warming my towel in the dryer when I get out of the bathtub.

The stairs are their worst fear, they are constantly afraid of me falling. I catch them multiple times a day trying to warn me of something but stop themselves before they do.

Walker puts his arm around my waist, holding me to his side until we reach the bottom of the stairs. “I could fucking eat you alive with your baby bump, so sexy.” Darren comes up behind me, kissing the side of my neck.

“Keep that in mind at lunch.” I spin around, throwing my arms around his neck kissing him deeply.

“You can bet your ass on that,” he growls, fisting my hair.

“Promise?” I bite his lip, pulling it into my mouth.

Walker comes up behind me, rubbing me under my skirt. “You can bet on it.”

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