Emery [bxb]

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It's week twenty, halfway through the pregnancy. Bump's the size of a small banana - and its hearing has developed now, so it can finally hear our loving rambles.

By some miracle, things are slow enough today that Em, Will, Madeline and I can take lunch together for fifteen whole fucking minutes.

"I became a doctor because Brandon wanted to, and I wanted to be just like him," Emery explains, spearing a cube of grilled chicken off our plate. "He told me I needed good grades so I worked my ass off-"

"And ended up beating me," I grin. "All while destroying violin."

"I can't believe I've never heard you play," Madeline complains.

"Guys, you need to hear him," I enthuse. "It's like heavenly choirs come down. I can't describe it in words. Side effects include goosebumps, speechlessness, crying and a loose jaw."

Everyone comes over to my place after work. We drink beers, eat pizza and listen to Emery play.

It's late when we're ready to call it a night and we're all a bit drunk so we crash on blankets on the floor.

Will and Madeline are unused to listening to the soundtrack that Emery and I provide, giggling drunkenly to each other while we cuddle each other to sleep.

Will huffs an expletive, punches his pillow once, rolls over and pulls it over his ears.