Cynthia had always liked September. Something about autumn was always enchanting for her, and it was getting a whole new meaning now that her baby girl was going to be born then. She smiled as she continued to pack the final things that she wanted to have in the hospital, her daughter was arriving any day now.
"Cynti, you know I can do this for you, why don't you go on a little walk with your husband? I know that he has been waiting outside for some time now," Mrs. Edinburgh said feeling a bit sorry for George.
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