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Now he just thinks I’m an easy lay. Or maybe a glutton for punishment, because really, who in their right mind gives it up for a guy who can’t stand them.
    Me apparently.
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    “Oh goodness! Would you look at that?!”
    I smile indulgently at Marge and watch as she looks at the ultrasound photo and exclaims for the millionth time. We’re on our way home now, and she hasn’t stopped gushing since that wand touched my belly and the very clear picture of the baby popped up on screen.
    I think the poor kid looks like a goblin, but Marge is in raptures about the eye shape and the ‘proud Stone nose.’
    We don’t know what to call it yet since the stubborn baggage wasn’t showing winky or cookie, so we’re surmising, maybe hoping on Marge’s part that it’s a boy.
    “He’s so beautiful, Ducky. So perfect. Why I don’t think my lads were this adorable.”
    “Okay, now I know you’re just full of it. I’ve seen both your sons, and from what they are today, I can guess they were little cherubs when they came out of the womb.” I snort, giggling when she blushes and shrugs.
    “Robbie was big and red and chubby, with this shock of blonde spikes that made him look like he got a shock. Cameron, well, that boy came out as quiet and serious as he is today, but Lord, was he gorgeous. He takes after my side with all that dark coloring. Looks just like my dad.”
    “They’re so different. I couldn’t believe they’re brothers. Robert was…well, he was light and quick to jump into anything. Once we went out to dinner and he saw an ad for a theater production. I shake my head with the memory because I’d spent three hours trying to stop my stomach growling. When we’d finally got done—the production was not my kind of thing—he’d dropped me at home having forgotten dinner and I’d been forced to eat a can of tuna before falling into bed.”
    Cameron would never do that. After that first day when Marge had pointed out that he’d forgotten to feed me, he’s never allowed me to forget meals—even if he just calls Marge to remind her.
    It had irritated me at first, but now I realize it’s his silent way of making that episode up. To me. To himself more than likely.
    “Aah, Robbie was a cad and an incorrigible scamp. He was ever getting into scrapes and such, and we indulged him most of the time. I think I told myself that he was just free spirited, but I’ve come to accept that he was a little selfish in his pursuits especially with—”
    I know what she’s going to say and part of me wants to press for information now that I’ve slept with Cameron, but it’s not my business and what’s more, I’d chop off a limb before causing this woman distress.
    “Well, mothers tend to overlook some things for their children.”
    “Not all mothers, Marge—so don’t feel too bad. My mom stopped buying groceries the year I turned fourteen and put a lock on the refrigerator. My brother worked as a packer at a supermarket to feed the two of us. And when I moved back home and Mom found out I was pregnant, she kicked me out of the house, knowing I had less than a hundred bucks to my name and nowhere to go.”
    It’s humiliating to admit that my mom is a walking ad for women who should be sterilized. At birth. I tell her though because she deserves to know how great she is.
    “Oh Ducky! If I ever get my hands on that filthy excuse I’ll, I’ll—”
    “Calm down, Marge. I have you now; I don’t need to even think about Gloria,” I say, smiling when her face lights up and her eyes go all teary.
    “That’s the nicest compliment I’ve ever received, Ducky.”
    “You deserve it. Now stop crying and take a gander at our handsome boy. Isn’t he great?”
    “Why, yes dear, that he is.”
    The rest of the drive is a happy one, and I’m still smiling when we walk inside, only to have a tall, thin, very chic-looking blonde rise from the sofa in Marge’s sitting room, her eyes skipping between us and narrowing