Chapter 66: Tranquil Hurdles.

Quentin went to pick up his son, Curt, from his mother's house at Wimbledon. As I waited in his flat, I resisted the strong temptation to snoop through his drawers. In the past, I wouldn't be able to stop myself, but in the past, I think what I wanted was to find some fodder for a fight, a photo of another woman, an old love letter, a condom that predated me. Something or anything to rile me up, fuel my jealous instincts, get my competitive juice flowing. I don't know if my pregnancy has matured me, mellowed me, or simply sapped my strength. I am just enjoying the ease of my new, tranquil relationship. I'm not interested in barriers, only smooth sailing and a happy ending.

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Quentin and Curt returned, I stood to greet them, my face stretched out in a huge smile.

Curt is adorable—cute enough to be in a Gap ad in his little navy overalls and fire-engine-red turtleneck. I felt my first wave of excitement over having sons instead of daughters.

"Hi, Curt