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The silence of morning soaks through the gauzy light to blanket their slow waking.
Abby sprawls on her outurned thigh, traces the swell of her stomach. “Tanner's been telling the other moms at baby group Dad got his girlfriend pregnant.”
“Jesus, Tanner,” Frank groans against the back of her neck. “I'll talk to him.”
Mel's gaze drifts back to Abby, face gone soft and serious. “Melissa, honey.” She catches Mel's hand between her own. “Will you marry us?”
Mel cups her cheek, feels Frank's held breath in the way he stills behind her. “Yes,” she says easily.
And she does.