Page 101 of Falling in Love with Two

“What do you think of this one?” I ask, looking in the mirror.

“I like it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It shows off your cute little pregnant belly.”

I look down at my stomach where the baby is doing somersaults.

“Sold,” I say, taking it off and throwing it into the pile of stuff to buy. I try to reposition my boobs in my bra, but no matter what, the girls do their best to bust out.

“Dear, I hate to break it to you, but I think you’re going to need some bigger bras.”

“Ugghhh,” I groan. “I don’t want to. Maybe I’ll just start going without a bra altogether.”

She erupts in a fit of giggles.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

“Take it from someone who has been a member of the Big Titty Committee for many years now. You need to wear a bra. They need some sort of support, or you’re likely to put someone’s eye out. Let’s face it—they’re only going to get bigger.”

I sigh. “I guess you’re right. Let’s go pay for this stuff, and we can hit the underwear store.”

As we are walking, I say, “Shit, I can’t remember the last time I was in a mall.”

“Same,” Amy agrees. “I online shop for basically everything now.”

“I usually do too, but I had no clue what size I was, so I had to do it in person.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. We barely get any time together anymore, so I’ll take whatever I can get.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell her. “Between work and time with Dylan, I’ve been a little preoccupied.”

“I get it. You two should take all the time together that you can get while you can. It’ll be hard to get once the baby comes.”

“Still, I feel bad. Let me buy you a coffee.”

We duck into a coffee shop that we’re passing. Amy gets a latte, and I get a decaf. Before we continue shopping, we sit down in the comfortable arm chairs.

She takes a sip before saying, “Speaking of you and Dylan, how’s that going?”

“Pretty good. He’s quite possibly the sweetest man on the face of the Earth.”

“And the sex? Still good?”

I give her some side eye. “Out of this world. The hormones have made me hornier than a bunny in heat, so we’ve been going at each other like crazy.”

“Sounds fun. I’m jealous.”

“Not banging Jamie anymore?”

“Well, we get together when we can, but it’s been hard with my mom at the apartment.”

“How’s she doing?”

As she talks about her mom, I feel bad that I haven’t been there for her more lately. Amy’s always been a great friend, and I’ve kind of ghosted her lately. I make a mental vow to carve out some more time for her.

She says, “But enough about me and my boring life. Are you and Dylan an official couple?”

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