“Hey, Willa,” he says, turning my way. “Hey, Luke.” I wink at him. “Can I ask you something?” “Always.” His wide blue eyes take on an uncertain expression, and his lips press together. “What is the baby going to call you?” “Well, babies don’t talk, Luke, so I imagine they’ll just babble a lot of random shit.” He gives me a scoff and a little eye roll, looking like a dead ringer for his dad when he does. “I meant once they can talk. Will they call you mom?” My eyes travel over his face as I chew. I haven’t even known him for a year and still find myself marveling at how much he’s changed. “I
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