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Poppy was curled up next to him, her back to him.
“Rightfully so!”
(Cool.) Petra was in her apartment, reading a novel.
He cleared his throat, looking embarrassed. “I see.”
“Aw. Thanks.”
(Yoop!)
“And you’d deserve it.”
(Where to?)
He flushed immediately, blinking at her.
“Yep. We’re having a third baby.”
She followed soon after.
“You’re the one who tackled me.”
(Zoop...?)
His brows furrowed, and he looked bewildered.
“Yes, I am.”
She sighed as he pulled away, curling up a small ball and closing her eyes.
“And you’re still sitting on me.”
She bit her lip before responding. “OK. Sorry.”
He blinked. “I don’t get it.”
“Am I... pregnant?”
