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Courtney: I was thinking-.. maybe you don’t need to get the snip after all.
[Oscar paused for a moment; brow raised]
Courtney: Don’t get your hopes up!
Oscar: Getting mixed messages here, Cookie.
Courtney: I went to the doctor a few we-.. months ago.
Oscar: Uh-huh?
Courtney: She thinks I’m going through the change, or at least the beginning of it.
Oscar: Oh.
Courtney: It makes sense, I started early and I’m almost forty-five.
Oscar: Why didn’t you tell me sooner?
Courtney: ‘Cause I knew it’d make you sad, and with everything else…
[Oscar grumbled reluctantly, supposing he understood why she’d kept it to herself]
Courtney: Awh I’m sorry, Oscy.. I know you wanted more.
Oscar: No, it’s fine-.. I just love ‘em when they’re new n’ tiny, and you look extra cute when you’re pregnant.
Courtney: I never felt cute.
Oscar: Well, you were-.. I don’t blame you for not wanting to go through it all again though.
Courtney: [snorts] Yeah, ugh-.. but I’ve been thinking about something else as well.
Oscar: Careful how much you use that smooth brain of yours.
Courtney: [laughs] Shut up-.. maybe when the kids are older and we get empty nest syndrome, we could foster?
Oscar: That’d be pretty neat, actually.
Courtney: We’ve been through it and we’ve still got a lot to give, right?
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