Summer With My Dad’s Best Friend
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“I figured we should probably get that out of the way before we spend the next two weeks sharing a house with your parents.”
I laugh. “That’s probably a good idea.”
“How about a cold shower together?” he asks.
“That sounds wonderful.”
We walk into the house naked, holding each other. I touch my belly while I hold his hand. I didn’t think it was possible for one person to feel so much love. Life couldn’t get any better than it is right at this very moment, and yet I know, in a few weeks, it will.
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