Baby Makes Seven

HAZEL

Two pink fucking lines. I stare at them. Then at my reflection. At thirty-three, I know what pregnancy feels like. I have done this three times.

The first produced two screaming humans at once.

Levi and Logan are thirteen now. Ruby is seven.

Cora is five.

Our youngest has been in school long enough that I have finally stopped automatically checking every bag for wipes, spare underwear