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“I love you, boss.”
“I love you, too, baby. Do you feel okay?”
“So far, so good.”
“Good.”
At that moment, the timer went off on the oven, indicating our dinner was ready. A huge smile broke out on Harlow’s face. “Dinner’s ready.”
“It is. Let’s get you and this baby fed, so you and I can celebrate this news afterward,” I told her.
She squirmed on my lap again before I groaned and stood with her in my arms. Then we made our way out to have dinner. Afterward, just as I’d promised, Harlow and I were sure to celebrate the news of our growing family.
And early the following summer, Harlow and I welcomed our daughter, Francesca, to the world.
It was the best day of our lives.
