“Sienna probably had the same thoughts and feelings you’re having right now,” Ruslan offers. “But then you push out a perfect baby and you forget.” “I won’t.” “Yes, you will. And I’ll remind you of that when we’re back here in a couple of years having our next one.” “I’m sorry—next one?” I screech. “I sure as fuck am not doing this a second time. We have four kids now. That’s plenty. Or we will, anyway, if this baby ever comes out.” I stare at my belly. “Please come out. Mama’s tired.” “And terrifying.” “What was that?” I snap. “I said you look so beautiful right now.”
