Aunt Dimity and the Wishing Well

The blood tests did turn up an unanticipated result.

 

I put my hand on my swelling belly as its current occupant shifted to a more comfortable position.

 

“A wish come true for both of us,” I said, smiling. “Bill still swears he never went near the wishing well, but I’m not sure I believe him.”

 

You and Bill don’t need a wishing well to make your dreams come true, Lori.

 

“No, we don’t,” I said, and my smile grew as the baby moved again. “All we needed was a magnificent stroke of good luck.�

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