She checked her phone. “Eleven thirty. Yeah, Mace conked an hour ago. Has he ever actually finished a movie at night that you know of?”
“Good question. That’s the problem when you’re programmed to wake up when it’s dark like a maniac.”
Grabbing a water from the fridge, I sat across from her.
“Jenn closing tonight?”
“Yep. Whatcha reading?”
“Big Magicby Elizabeth Gilbert. My friend Madeline gave it to me.”
“Trying to manifest some five-star Yelp reviews?”
“Funny.”
“Thanks.”
My phone dinged.
Apologies for going MIA.
I shot back:
Again.
Lol when your life falls apart it doesn’t count.
That’s your one pass.
While Mae typed, I looked up. “Does it suck, missing things like the girls’ weekend?” I wondered.
Pia’s hand moved to her stomach, probably without her realizing it. “It does. I could have gone but… I’m not feeling the best. I honestly don’t get people who say they love being pregnant. It’s damn uncomfortable.”
Alarm bells went off in my head. “Are you alright?”
Pia’s soft smile was reassuring. “I’m fine. Relax. Just normal ‘growing a human in my stomach’ things. Nothing to worry about.”
Thank God.
Mae texted:
Anyway, take a guess what I’m doing?
“Is that Mae?” Pia asked.
“Yep,” I said as Pia went back to reading her book.
Let me guess. You and Jules started a wine flight war and now the bar’s on fire?
Nope.
Writing my name on a bathroom wall?
Lol, no.
I paused. And decided to push the envelope a bit.
Thinking about me and trying not to admit it?
