Is there anything better than ending a glorious day off with your feet up on the coffee table, a trashy movie on Netflix, and a pint of ice cream in hand? I dig in with my spoon, savoring the tart taste of my mango sorbet. I’m only half-watching this romcom. It’s hard to concentrate when my phone is dinging every two minutes with updates from Harrison. Their surrogate is currently in labor and my twin has zero freaking chill. I’m trying to be the supportive sister-slash-godmother, but there’s only so many times in so many ways that I can tell him contractions are perfectly normal before I’m
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