The driver began flir:ting with me, showering me with compliments and even asking me out. I transformed to him in disbelief and showed him my very obvious baby bump but what he said next left me completely speechless.
I had just ended my last prenatal check-up, and everything seemed perfect. The doctor told me that in just ten days, I’d finally be holding my baby. I walked out smiling, my mind was full of thoughts of names, diapers, and tiny socks.
Then suddenly, the sharp sound of brakes snapped me out of my daydream. A car stopped beside me, and a smooth male voice called out from the window:
“Hey, did you know that walking ahead of me is a Renoir painting?”
I froze. Was he talking to me? I glanced around and no one else was nearby. My heart skipped. He was talking to me… a woman in …
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