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had a light at the end of the tunnel, it helped keep spirits up.
    Harmony used a spatula to place the cookies on cooling sheets. “That’s actually another myth perpetuated to make growing a human being inside of you sound more appealing. Sometimes, morning sickness lasts up until the day you give birth.”
    “Wow. Are you doing Rachel Dratch’s Debbie Downer character from SNL ? Because, if you are, you’re nailing it!” Destiny gave Harmony two thumbs up.
    Harmony left her post at the kitchen counter as she licked a bit of melted chocolate off her thumb and shrugged unapologetically. “Hey, I just like to keep it real. Or one hunnid , as the kids say.”
    Amused, Destiny asked, “Is that what the ‘kids’ are saying?
    “Yep. And you better bone up on your lingo.” Harmony motioned to Destiny’s belly as she flopped into the overstuffed chair in the corner of my small front room.
    Destiny rubbed her hand clockwise around her still-flat stomach. “I think I’ll leave the ‘lingo’ to you, Auntie Harmony.”
    “Auntie Harmony,” Harmony repeated, a smile spreading on her face as she turned to me. “It has a nice ring to it. Can you believe we’re going to be aunties?”
    “No.” I shook my head, a slight tug of melancholy pulling on my heart. “I don’t think it’s really sunk in yet.”
    The reality was Harmony was going to be an aunt. JJ was her brother.
    Growing up, Harmony, Destiny, and I used to pretend we were sisters. Harmony had eight brothers, I had one, and Destiny’s mom had passed away at childbirth, which left her an only child. So none of us had sisters. Now, Harmony and Destiny actually were sisters.
    “Okay, I think I’m starting to feel human again.” Destiny sat up straighter, set the glass tumbler of iced 7UP on the small end table beside her, and grabbed the pad of paper and pen she’d abandoned when she’d run to the bathroom about half an hour ago. “So, the list.”
    “I really don’t think a list is necessary.” As much as I appreciated my friend’s eagerness to help me out, I didn’t see the point in writing down, in detail, everything I was looking for in a potential cherry-popper.
    “Maybe it’s not necessary, but it is fun.” Destiny waggled her eyebrows. “And it’s taking my mind off the fact that I feel like I have the flu that will never end, so we’re doing it.”
    All three of us were pretty stubborn. When one of us set our mind to something, it was best to buckle up and go along for the ride because resistance was futile.
    “Fine.” I sank farther into the soft cushions of my sofa. “I want someone that doesn’t know me.”
    Both of my friends stared at me blankly.
    “I mean, someone that doesn’t know my past.”
    What I actually wanted was a six-foot-three, sandy-haired, golden god of a cowboy who worked for my brother, was Harmony’s brother, and had hands that had practically given me an orgasm with one touch of my thigh. Whose name started with T and ended in E. But there was no way that was going to happen so, I’d decided to go with the exact opposite.
    “You mean you don’t want them to know that you had…” Destiny started, but her voice trailed off.
    “Had cancer?” I finished, trying to push down the irritation that was attempting to butt into our conversation.
    I knew that it was hard for people in my life to know the right thing to say. From the time I’d received my devastating diagnosis, people had spoken in incomplete sentences or code when they discussed it…or even whispered and used hushed voices around me, like I couldn’t hear them.
    Even now that I’d been labeled as “cancer-free,” it was like people were scared to say the word for fear it would show up again. Like the Boogeyman or Bloody Mary. As much as I appreciated everyone’s sensitivity, it was also frustrating. But I felt like a brat for being frustrated.
    My family and my friends had been such a huge support. I couldn’t have survived the last