So we left at midnight instead.
In Boston, we head straight for the hospital, giving Angela's PIN at the nurses' station. We find her still sleeping, and I feel a pang when I see she's all alone.
Edward squeezes my hand, and I nod, understanding everything he doesn't say.
Together, we tiptoe to the nursery, studying the little bundles swaddled in pink and blue receiving blankets.
Edward gasps, grabbing my forearm. "Look! There he is!"
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Poor Angela, that is so sad. :(.
ReplyDeleteYay it's their baby boy.