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BECKY
A girl. Holy f**k, we were having a girl. I’d thought of the baby inside of me as a peanut, not as a boy or girl. But now? I saw a mental pink explosion. I stared down at the ultrasound image in my lap. We were in Clint’s truck, and he sat in the driver’s seat staring out the window. I’d never seen anyone go pale like he had when the tech had told us what we were having.
He’d dropped into a chair as he stared at the monitor with our baby on it. It looked like a black and white alien inside a big black circle. It had a big head, legs and arms. It was our baby, who didn’t have a p***s. Which meant she was a girl.
A girl!
All Clint had said since the announcement was f**k over and over.
I bit my lip and glanced at him. He was in big trouble if he was freaking out about having a
