Connor stared at her.
“You told Aunt Denise we were trying for a baby before we’d told anyone.”
“I’m the grandmother.”
Molly looked offended.
“I want to find out with my husband and with all of our closest family and friends around us,” I said.
That ended the conversation.
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Or so I thought.
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On the day of the gender reveal, Molly arrived 40 minutes early with two trays of food.
She hugged us, then spotted the black balloon.
“I want to find out with my husband.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
She walked around it.
“Molly.”
“I’m only looking.”
“Then keep your hands to yourself, please.”
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Connor laughed.
Molly didn’t.
“I’m only looking.”
“Blue would suit Connor better anyway, Shannon.”
I frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing.”
“Mom,” Connor warned.
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By four, the house was full.
“What does that mean?”
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Family and friends crowded around, placing guesses.
I noticed Molly standing closest to the balloon.
I leaned toward Connor.
“Don’t leave her alone with it.”
He glanced over.
“You really think she’d try something?”
“Don’t leave her alone with it.”
I looked at his mother.
“Yes. She means well, but I don’t trust her around that balloon.”
A friend asked Connor and me to step onto the porch for a few photos before the reveal.
