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08.02.2011
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Holly Golightly

“I’m gonna miss seeing you like that.” Taking his eyes off the road for a moment, he gave her a look.

She smirked and waved a hand at him. “Yeah, well, that makes one of us. I know I won’t reminisce about the days of swollen ankles, swollen tits and, well, swollen everything.”

He hooked the car around a corner, not even bothering to obey the stop sign.

“JESUS CHRIST!” She pushed herself back into her seat and punched his shoulder. “This is not the time to out-idiot every driver in Memphis.”

“Hey now, I’ve got my emergencies on.” He said, giving her a grin.

She held her belly, not returning his smile.

“It’s still a little early. What if -”

“I was early. And look at me.” He squeezed her leg in reassurance. “I turned out just fine.”

“Yeah, my big strong man.” She put her hands on his and squeezed back.

They were pulling into the hospital now. Another bolt of pressure shot through her body.

“One last thing.” She was still holding his hand.

“Baby?”

“So help me god if you ever knock me up in summer again. I’ll kill you myself.”

He kissed her cheek.

“Deal.”

Memphis Note
I know a lot of women who’ve gotten pregnant over summer. I can’t imagine a more inconsiderate thing to do to another human being than get them preggers during the hell that is a Memphis summer.

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