I stand in the drive and watch him pull away with a huge, goofy smile on my face.
I’m still wearing that smile when I walk into the kitchen and find Nessa standing at the stove, stirring around something thick and sludgy that looks like it requires some serious muscle power.
“Paige, dear!” she greets. “How did the doctor’s appointment go?”
I walk to the island and try to keep my nose from wrinkling against the oppressively bitter smell as I hoist myself onto one of the bar stools. “Great! Everything is good with the babies. They’re healthy.”
She exhales with relief. “How wonderful. I was praying about it all day. Did you find out the s*x of the babies?”
I give her a sympathetic smile. “No, sorry. We’re still waiting.”
“Well, it’s your decision.” But it’s obvious to anyone with eyebal
