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Sitting on a bench, her face buried in her hands.

I sat down next to her.

I touched her back.

She threw her elbow at me but I kept touching her back.

My fingers working their way up and down. Then stopping at her lower back.

Digging into muscle that needed a break.

She turned her head and looked at me.

“Just give this one, love,” I said.

“You’re going to have to give that woman a jersey now,” Hazel said. “That’s the only way to make this right.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, Hazel. If you allow me to come back here.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“We seem to be good at making a spectacle of our situation when we’re there.”

“That’s because all we do is meet up, have sex, not talk for a while, and then go get an ultrasound of our baby.”

“If that’s what works for you.”

Hazel stood up and walked toward the door.

I followed.

Outside, she paused again.

This time she looked up, letting the warm sun climb across her face.

From my angle, I’d never seen a woman’s shape look so beautiful before in my life.

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to tell her that or not.

I kept it to myself, locking it away in my memory.

The shape of Hazel.

Yes, that image included her obviously larger breasts. The curve of her ass. Her legs. But it also included her belly. Far bigger than the last time I saw her.

“Do you have that envelope, Atlas?”

“In my back pocket.”

“You should open it.”

“Right now?”

“Whenever you want,” Hazel said as she looked at me. “You wanted to know. You should know. It’s not fair of me to say you can’t know something like that. The baby is yours too. All I ask is not to ruin it for me.”

“Hazel, I want to do it together,” I said. “I want us to have that moment together. Doing that alone… no. I’m not going to open the envelope. We can wait until the baby is born. Have that moment then together.”

“Is this you being genuinely nice? Or are you placating me because I just screamed at a woman in a jealous fit?”

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