“I can’t take much more of this,” she warns. “Which is why you need to rest,” Caleb presses. “Not this,” she says, her hand still clutching her belly. “This. You. All three of you.” “What did we do?” I say for all three of us. “You’ve all been freaked out since we left IKEA,” she groans, rolling to her back. “You’re looking at me like I’m a monkey in a zoo and treating me like a bomb you’re trying to diffuse without instructions, all calling me ‘Rachel’ like we’re co-workers. It’s driving me fucking crazy.” “Well…we are co-workers,” I say with a smirk. Her head rolls on the pillow to glare at
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