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Grace smiled at her nineteen year old daughter Amy as they stood on the sidewalk with moving boxes in hand look up at their new home. It was a hard year for the 36 year old blonde having lost her husband Tom in a fire just after learning she was expecting their second child. Amy who stood a few inches taller than her mother balance her box under her arm so that she could brush her own long blonde hair out of her eyes, was the first to speak "Lets go in already,you look like you're gonna pop" She stated bluntly "The movers can get the big boxes" Grace nodded and grined having been lost in thought until hearing Amy's voice "Here then bossy since you have a free hand" Grace said as she handed over her box to her daughter before rubbing her large baby bump.The two women giggled as walked up to the front door where Grace fished the shiny new key out of her purse and unlocked the door of their new home