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always came up just like that, as one of us was falling asleep, or on the way out the door. We each tried to get the last word in, me as he was leaving to DJ a shift, he as I was about to drift off to sleep.  
    I let him get the last word in, knowing I’d get him back later. Of course, the main reason I let him get away with it was that I was too sleepy to summon speech, too limp from his loving to even grunt an “uh-uh.”
    We still hadn’t decided if we were going to find out the gender at the next ultrasound, and that was the source of a less playful debate. He wanted it to be a surprise, and I wanted to get the nursery ready with gender-appropriate decorations. Of course, Jeff was all like, “just paint it green,” but that was cheating to me.  
    My last thought was of my own inability to decide whether I wanted it to be a girl or a boy more. I wavered from day to day. I would think of big, burly Jeff holding a little baby girl with blonde curls and Jeff’s brown eyes, a big pink bow in her hair, and I’d have a mini-emotional meltdown, and then I’d picture him with a little boy who’d be the spitting image of Daddy and I’d have a different kind of breakdown, and I just couldn’t decide.
    I fell asleep with images of baby boys and baby girls dancing in my head. In the end, it didn’t matter, because girl or boy, they’d be ours , and that was the only important thing.

Chapter 2: JAMIE

    I slid my palms flat over my belly, turning sideways to look at myself in profile. My red curls were longer than they’d ever been, hanging loose nearly to my waist. They were actually kind of out of control at this point. I’d been thinking about cutting my hair for weeks now but hadn’t done it. Chase would freak, for one thing. He loved my hair long. He liked to bury his fingers in it when he came inside me. If I cut it off, he’d absolutely shit his shorts.  
    I giggled as I pictured his reaction if I showed up at his show tonight with my hair chopped off. What if I actually, factually, shaved my head? We’d be matchers. It could be funny. Chase would probably have a heart attack. Maybe shaving my head wasn’t a great plan. I took a long sheaf of springy red curls in my hand, narrowing my eyes at myself. My belly was getting ridiculous. I wasn’t even twenty weeks along, and I was already getting mammoth. Stupid Anna was barely showing at all, the bitch. Here I was, big as houses, when she still could get away with most of her normal clothes. I was shopping in the maternity section already.  
    I sighed, smoothed my hand over my belly again, then returned to examining my hair. I held the bulk of it up at my nape, trying to picture myself with my hair at chin length. Just holding my hair up out of the way was a relief on my neck, and that was what decided me.  
    Time to cut my hair for the first time in my adult life. The last true haircut I’d had, not counting the odd inch or two trimmed off now and again, was before I’d moved out on my own at seventeen. I let my hair go and felt it bounce free at the small of my back, then reached for my cell phone on the bathroom counter. I got my stylist friend Lindsey to pencil me in at the last minute, called a cab, and then spent the next few minutes trying to figure out how I’d explain my sudden decision to Chase.  
    I’d have to seduce him, of course. As long as I left my hair long enough for him to have something to tangle his fingers in, we should be fine, I thought.  
    There I went, again, with the “we.” I’d been referring myself in the plural lately. Myself and the baby, I guess. We. We’re gonna take a shower. We’re gonna get some breakfast. We’ll be fine. We’re feeling nauseous . It wasn’t something I did intentionally; it just happened. It cracked Chase up to no end, which only irritated me further. I always corrected myself when I caught myself doing it, but it kept slipping out.  
    After putting on the sexiest bra and panties I could