Three
Liam
Savannah’s at the head of the conference table when I arrive at Bailey Timber near the end of the workday.
“Liam.” Grandma Dori’s there too and she crooks her finger, so I bend down and she kisses and hugs me. “This pregnancy has made her so nice,” she remarks, patting my arm.
I say nothing because Savannah’s within earshot. She’s worried that pregnancy has made her soft, because she cries at commercials now.
“Let’s keep her pregnant,” Grandma Dori jokes.
I wouldn’t mind Savannah being pregnant again. She’d take that pen that’s in her hand and stab me in the throat if she heard me say that though, which is why I’m quietly waiting for her to finish talking to the company lawyer. Her distraction lets me eat her up like I used to, catalog all her features. I’ve begged and ple
