Page 57 of The Baby Twist
“I think you only get that at dinner.” I smirked. “We really haven’t talked much the past week. How have you been feeling?”
“Good.” She picked up her glass of water.
“Just good?” I asked because she was being vague.
“Yeah.” She smiled.
The waitress walked over and set our plates down in front of us.
“Thank God. I’m starving!” Jenna said as she shoved a fry in her mouth.
“How far along are you?” The waitress asked her.
“Twenty-four weeks.”
“I’m fifteen weeks.” The waitress placed her hand on her small belly, and I sighed.
“Congratulations. You’re so tiny still.” Jenna grinned. “But wait. One morning, you’ll wake up, and that belly will be popped out.”
“I can’t wait. Anyway, enjoy your lunch.”
“Did that make you uncomfortable?” She cocked her head at me.
“It was a little weird. Don’t you think?”
“Not at all.” She took a big bite of her burger. “It’s no different from you boys talking about your penis size.”
“Really? We do not do that.”
“I think you do.” She scrunched her face. “In fact, I know you do. One time, I was sitting in a bar, and there were two guys next to me, and that’s all they talked about.” She shoved a fry in her mouth.
I just sat there and shook my head at her.
“What? It’s true.” She smiled.
“What time is your yoga class tonight?”
“It’s from seven until eight.”
“Why don’t you come up to the penthouse tonight? It’s been a while.”
“I don’t know. I might be too sore after yoga.”
“Then let me do all the work.” I gave her a smirk. “You know I’m good with my hands. I can make all your soreness go away.
“Okay. I’ll come up after I shower.”
“Good.” I gave her a wink.
Jenna
Before we left the restaurant, I had to pee again, so I told Lucas I’d meet him in the car. As I washed my hands, the waitress who served us walked in.
“I just have to ask you something before you leave,” she said.
“Of course.”
“Are you J. Elle?”
