Page 144 of Placebo Effect
“When’s your mom coming?” I ask, wondering if I can get out of clinic early enough for some time alone with Ally.
“Five-thirty, I think.” Ally laughs at the look on my face. “She won’t stay too late. She knows I need my sleep.”
“Yeah. We should probably try to get you in bed by six, at the latest.”
Ally grins. “You wish. I’m making chicken parmigiana for dinner.”
That’s a silver lining, at least. Breanna gave Ally her chicken parm recipe, and Ally makes it even better than Breanna does.
“I should get back to the clinic,” I say reluctantly. The sooner I get back to work, the sooner I can go home.
“Yeah,” Ally says, leaning in for a quick goodbye kiss. As I hold her against me, I can feel our daughter moving.
“I love you, you know that?” she says.
“I know.” I’m lucky that way; she tells me every day. “I love you too, Ally.”
