Scorpius raised an eyebrow at Albus, shaking his head. "Ana gets too disappointed in my singing voice," he said, shrugging off his jacket. He walked around the bed so he could sit on her other side, touching her belly. "He feels happy."
"He's dancing," Ana said, giving her stomach a proud look. "Of course. He's a natural. He'll be a star. You got him into the preforming arts preschool, didn't you?"
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