ISABELLE I spotted her car immediately—the familiar silver of it tucked between two others, hazard lights blinking. I made my way over and pulled the passenger door open, dropping into the seat and setting my bag by my feet.“Hey, you.” Sage’s smile was immediate and warm.“Hey.”She reached over before I could even settle properly, her hand finding my stomach with the ease of someone who had already claimed this as her right.“Hi baby,” she said softly. Then to me: “How are we feeling today?”“Tired,” I admitted.“Expected.” She pulled her hand back and pointed at me. “When the baby comes, I’m taking her to her first concert. I’ve already decided.”“She’s not even born yet.”“Exactly. Plenty of time to plan.” She grinned. “Also, I’m thinking matching outfits for the first six months—”“Absolutely not.”“—just hear me out—”“Sage.”“Fine. First year.”I laughed despite myself.She reached for the ignition, then stopped with a sigh and turned toward me.And that was when I noticed it.
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