Marie pouts. “I wanted to feel my niece in there.”
“Could be a nephew.”
“Nah. I know a strong, independent woman when I see one.”
“Well, if they move again, I’ll make sure to let you know.”
“Good.” She sips her drink. “So... you and Sebastian, huh?”
I stiffen. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Please. You cannot possibly play dumb after that display.”
I deflate. “I know; I know. You’re right. I’m kind of head over heels for him, if I’m honest.”
“For your father’s best friend?” She looks at me incredulously, but I just sigh and nod.
“I didn’t plan this. I just wanted a little fun.”
“You got fun, all right. Eighteen years of it.” She cackles, but I give her a withering look. “Sorry. It’s just that living vicariously through your drama is all I have going for me right now.”
“That can’t be true. What about Floyd?”
“For one thing, he has a horrible, un-moanable name, and for another, he’smarried.”
“Floydis married?”
“Are you surprised because he has such a heinous name?”
I laugh. “And to think, you defended his terrible name to Roland.”
“A man named Roland has no right to judge. I stand by that.”
I burst out laughing, and the baby moves like they’re giggling with me.
I grab Marie’s hand and place it on my stomach.
She jumps when the baby moves again. “Holy shit! Something’s really in there?”
I laugh harder. “Yeah, that’s how pregnancy works.”
She looks down at my stomach in awe for a moment before moving her hand away.
“I’m really proud of how well you’ve been handling all this.”
I snort. “I’m hanging on by my fingernails.”
“But you’re holding on. I probably wouldn’t be able to.”
“It’s a lot, but I’m coping.”
“And the sex helps,” she points out.
“It does. I want it all the time now that I’m pregnant.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Constantly.”