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I am singing, whistling and dancing all together as I march towards the place, where Adam kept Hiram. I have my baby’s sonogram in my hand. It feels like every whiff of air is caressing my hair, every smell is making me delighted and that the whole world is rejoicing for me. I don’t think I have ever been this happy, well I have never been a mother before so it’s fine. I am walking towards the warehouse; Rick is also so happy for me. I know I bummed him with the whole Savannah talk, but I am glad he is happy. As I am walking, I keep on thinking, how should I tell Hiram. I mean it should definitely be a surprise. I don’t even have a pregnancy test. I keep on thinking what should I do, what should I do to surprise Hiram and then it clicks me. I stop. “What happened to ya? Why did ya stop