Each to their own. And it works for us—this division of skills. We match each other perfectly, filling in each other’s gaps.
“But how long until the fish come?”
Griff’s eyes crinkle as he smiles. “As long as it takes.” He nods at my belly. “Come on, Luna. You know the best things take time.”
So they do. I feel like I waited forhimfor a whole lifetime.
Still. I stroke my bump and watch ripples spread across the river surface.
Not much longer now.
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