THE CHOSEN ONE
Icarus yelled, spinning Max by the arm like a victory dance.
"She won’t be able to handle us in dad mode," Max said, laughing, half-panicked, half-emotional.
"You’re already a chaos without diapers!" I replied, but laughed too, because they were clearly bursting with happiness.
Then Max stepped closer, Icarus right behind. They hugged me so gently, as if I were made of glass. A kiss on the top of my head. One hand on my still-flat stomach. Silly smiles. And tears, because of course Max cried before me.
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