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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Flowers are pretty,
And so are you.
“That’s quite sweet,” Dad said as he came to look. “Is this young man well? Or was one of the other fathers right there?”
Frankie’s giggles were worth the question, cause I wanted to go and roll security footage back. “She’s seven.”
“Almost eight,” Dad reminded me and I scowled at him. “I’m just saying, it sounds like the young man has the right idea.”
“Hmm-hmm.” Seven was too young for me to beat up.
“I think Eddie is right,” Frankie said. “It’s sweet. She wasn’t as impressed, however, and wanted to know how long she had to keep them before she could throw them out.”
Now I grinned. That was my girl. Excellent.
Frankie swatted me and I didn’t mind in the slightest. “Anyway, dinner smells amazing, Eddie.”
“Speaking of which, let’s get you seated and I’ll bring the food out.”
“I can help,” she offered automatically, but I intercepted and turned her toward the table.
“Absolutely not, since I can actually serve food even if I’m not allowed to cook it, I’ll help and you sit.”
She wrinkled her nose at me but let me usher her to a seat. I didn’t miss the faint tightness to her expression when she sat down or how quickly she tried to smooth it over.
I squatted and studied her closer. “What’s up?”
“Just a little sore,” she admitted.
“Sore?” I raised my brows then glanced at our bump then at her.
“A little sore. More my back than my—” She glanced toward Dad who had joined us, his concern mirroring my own. “It’s not like when I was dilated with Charlie before.”
“Okay. Do we need to call the doctor? Or head to the hospital?”
Thankfully, she didn’t downplay it. “I don’t think so. Just my back is achy and it could be because they are both in rapid growth phase. Doctor Patterson did say we would notice more changes in the third trimester.”
The doctor had also indicated that was the time when more complications might also be an issue.
“I promise,” Frankie said, cradling my cheek. She glanced at Dad once then back to me. “I’m a little sore, nothing terrible. I will report if it changes and maybe I can talk someone into a foot and back rub tonight.”
“You want it, it’s yours,” I said. “But would you like to sit somewhere more comfortable?”
“This is fine but I would not object to the flat pillow for my back.”
“You got it,” I kissed her knuckles, then her palms before I stood. I went back out to the living room and snagged her pillow. Dad had found it when she was pregnant with Izzy. Now the pillow only came out when she was pregnant. It was shaped perfectly for her back.
“We’re good then?” Dad asked, glancing between us and her smile was drenched in warmth and affection.
“Absolutely. I’m starving though and dinner really does smell good.”
“Then let’s get you fed.” He was on the move while I helped her with the pillow.
“I’ll get you some more water, or do you want the iced tea with lemon?”
