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Emily walks up behind him and threads her hand into his hair. She gently yanks, tilting his head back and looking into his eyes. “Are you seriously laughing at the pregnant chick?” she asks. He holds up his hands as though he’s surrendering to the cops. “Not me,” he says. She kisses him quickly on the forehead and shoves his cheek gently, and he makes room for her on the couch. She drops down beside him and sits back, blowing out a heavy breath. Sam lays a hand on her belly. “How’s my niece doing in there?” he asks. He leans down and talks to her belly, and she giggles, shoving him away with a hand to the side of his face. “She’s fine. Still cooking.” She lays a hand on her basketball-sized belly and smiles. Friday introduces Cody and Garrett, and Emily helps herself to some pizza. “You want some water?” Sam asks. “Yes, but I don’t want to get up,” she says. She bats her lashes at him. He groans, but he gets to his feet and goes to get her a drink.
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