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Chapter 39 Epilogue
- Four years later
- "I'm telling you, Dale, it's just stomach flu. I'm going to be..." I didn't get the chance to finish my sentence, as I bolted for the bathroom door seconds later.
- "You need to stop working so hard on your paintings. Just take the test, for me?" he said as he holds my hair up, and let me empty out all of my stomach content.
- I washed my face and rinsed my mouth, then I take two pregnancy test kits from his hand.
- "I only need one Dale." I pouted at him.