I own nothing. Polls for gender are open!
"Mom? I didn't think I would hear from you after the funeral... You want to visit?... Bringing gift for the kids?... No! My kids won't be spoiled. I've spent my whole life making sure they do not obsess with money... Yes, you can come, but no gifts... I mean it... She likes blue... Yes, I'm sure it isn't pink... Yes, blue... Blue! She likes blue... Thank you... Aren't you going to ask about Kyle?... So what if he's a boy... I said no girts. That includes clothes for Marie... Bye Mother... See you at eight." That seemed like it was more painful than it should have been. Sam hung up the phone. She felt a headache coming on. Her mother was coming to visit for the first time in years. The kitchen was still under construction, as was the nursery. The living room was a safe place. Then it hit Sam, her mother still didn't know that she was pregnant again. Sam put a hand over her stomach. This was going to be an interesting breakfast.