Six months
“You need to sit down, babe. We have this under control,” Dane said as he wrapped his arms around my very pregnant belly. He gently kissed my neck, sending goosebumps over my skin. “I just want it to be perfect,” I sighed. We were getting ready for Kyra’s one-year birthday party, hoping to make it through without me going into labor.
Her developmental rate hasn’t seemed to slow much, and we are all positive the prophecy is talking about her. She began walking, running, and talking way sooner than other kids her age. I let Dane guide me to a lounge chair to sit down, my eyes immediately falling on Kyra and Blaze playing together. The two of them are stuck together by glue, I swear. They are only apart when they are sleeping or when Blaze is training or in school.
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