“It’s going to be okay baby.” Mason mutters to me. But I don’t know. My leg won’t stop tapping. The receptionist keeps staring at us. Well she glares at me. Stares at Mason. I’m about to pluck her eyeballs out.
Oh god. Pregnancy hormones.
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