Edric tried to rationalize the gift as he stared into the open box. The yellow blanket was neatly folded around the doll-size dress, which was confusing enough, but the added information that it was from Mrs. H did nothing but confuse him more. So Mrs. Harding thought they were due for a child, which was fine.  He thought they were overdue for a little one. Still, it made no sense why February was presenting Mrs. Harding's gift to him as if it was from her, unless - well, unless...

"Wait..." he said, casting a quizzical expression between the gift, February, and then her stomach. "Are you—?"

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