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“Fight me,” Lucille Tracy said, looking Val straight in the eye as she said it.
“Damn right, I will, Lucy! You don’t double over in pain like that for nothing! And I don’t care if this is number five – something’s wrong.”
“There is nothing wrong. It’s not time yet. I must have slept in the wrong position and pulled a muscle in my side. I’m fine. Baby is fine. See! I’m standing up. No pain.”
“You have tears rolling down your cheeks.”
“I’m angry.”
“You’ve bitten through your lip.”
“Well, it was sudden. But I am perfectly fine.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Lucy looked around to make sure that there were no offspring present, and explained exactly what she thought of her friend’s opinion. Extensively. And using language that was not fitting for a mother of four – nearly five – children.
Six hours later
Val looked at Lucy as she cuddled her new son, her other four boys gathered around cooing at the newborn.
“I told you so.”