AMELIA was seated on the cozy couch in her living room, her pregnancy bump beautifully rounded and glowing. Hazel sat beside her, small hands carefully patting and poking at the bump, her eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.
“Baby brother or baby sister, Mommy?” Hazel asked, tilting her head as she examined the swell.
Amelia laughed softly, her hand covering Hazel’s.
“I told you, Hazel, we won’t know until the doctor tells us. But I think it is a little brother. What do you think?”
Hazel frowned, shaking her head.
“Nooo, it is a sister. I just know! Boys are loud, and I don’t want a loud brother. I want a sister to play with me.”
Amelia chuckled and poked Hazel lightly.
“You think I’m going to have a say in this? The baby decides, not you.”
Hazel pouted dramatically.
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