Later that night, once the kids were asleep and the sun had long since set, James holds me in bed, his hand resting lightly on my stomach. “Sunya invited us to stay,” I tell him. “Like, permanently stay.” “Malik told me the same thing today,” he says softly. I wish I could say that I was surprised, but Malik is Sunya’s husband and she probably told him to bring it up. “So? Are we?” I ask. “Do you want to?” He counters. “Yeah, I do,” I answer honestly. “The kids love it here and so do I. I miss our parents and the house but this place, these people, feel more like home than our home did.” James nods, “I feel the same way. But..”“But what?”His hand flattens against my stomach, “I’m just worried about you having a baby here. There’s no hospital or doctor anywhere close by in case something happens.”“I’m worried about that too,” I tell him. “But Sunya and several of the other women are midwives. And we have the truck so we can go into town every few months to see a doctor.” I sc
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