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The joy that bloomed on Shelly’s pale face flooded Ivy with happiness, and she recalled how ecstatic she had been in discovering her first pregnancy.
“Just a few weeks, I think,” Shelly said. “My body must be making up for lost time with this queasiness. I thought it might have happened in Mexico, and maybe it did, but the internet tells me it takes a few weeks—not that the web is always right. Anyway, we had no idea, so at least Mitch didn’t feel like he had to marry me.”
All the disappointment and animosity Ivy had felt earlier toward Shelly vanished. With an immediate outpouring of love, Ivy slid her arm under Shelly’s limp frame and hugged her. “I’m so happy for you. This is just what you wanted.”
Despite her weakness, Shelly managed a thin laugh, and her face lit with happiness.
