“What if everyone figures out why we invited them before they even make it?” I ask, laying out cutlery on the table and Kyle chuckles, carrying the huge turkey from the kitchen to the dining. “What’s there to figure out, Marcy? It’s our first thanksgiving as a married couple, and that’s all they’re going to have in mind before they get here—” “And see how fat I am.” I mutter and Kyle drops the turkey safely before coming to hold me from behind, his arms gently caressing the obvious bump in my tummy. “I don’t think Kyle Junior appreciates being called fat.” He whispers in my ear and I giggle, turning in his arms to face him. “I love you, but for the last time, we are not naming him Kyle Junior.” I say, my emphasis on the ‘not’ as I give him a pointed sta
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