After years of waiting and hoping, God finally answered my prayers. I stood in a backyard filled with flowers, family, and the baby I’d almost stopped believing in. Then my mother-in-law raised her glass, insulted me at my own baby shower, and my mother reached for one final envelope.
The baby kicked while my mother was pinning tiny white roses to the archway. I pressed both hands to my stomach and laughed.
“Mom, come here.”
Mom dropped the ribbon between her teeth and hurried across the grass.
My mother-in-law insulted me at my own baby shower.
“Again?” she beamed.
“Right here.”
She placed her palm against the side of my belly. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then a small heel, or maybe an elbow, pushed back against her hand.
My mother made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
“There you are,” she whispered.
For a few seconds, nothing happened.
She had said those same words at our first ultrasound.
After three years of appointments and treatments, they still felt borrowed from somebody else’s life.
Lucas came through the back door carrying a tray of lemonade glasses. He saw our faces and set the tray down before one of us could warn him.
“Did I miss it?”
“You always miss it,” I said.
“Did I miss it?”
He crouched in front of me and rested his cheek against my dress.
“Come on, little one. Your father is asking nicely.”
The baby stayed still.
Mom laughed and returned to the flowers.
Lucas looked up at me. “Already taking after your mother.”
“My mother is decorating our entire yard for free.”
“Come on, little one. Your father is asking nicely.”
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