Page 128 of Triplet Babies for my Ex's Best Friend

I glance at the pastry case. “Please tell me there’s something in there capable of restoring my faith in humanity.”

“There’s banana bread.”

“No.”

“Blueberry muffin.”

“Closer.”

“Chocolate croissant.”

I put a hand over my heart. “Why didn’t you start there?”

Sophie grins. “Because I enjoy watching you suffer a little.”

“That’s fair.”

I order coffee and a croissant, Oliver gets grilled cheese because apparently we are still in our grilled cheese era, and yes,the smiley face cookie gets added because he looked at me with the solemn dignity of a tiny union representative.

We settle near the toy corner, Oliver immediately absorbed into his own little orbit of food, planes, and curious side glances at the other kids.

I sink into my chair with my coffee and nearly moan.

Sophie drops into the seat opposite me once the rush thins. “So. You look weird.”

I stare at her. “You really know how to make a girl feel radiant.”

“You know what I mean.” She narrows her eyes. “Tired weird. Floaty weird. Have you slept?”

“Barely.”

Her expression shifts. “Sick?”

“I don't think so. Just a little dizzy. A little nauseous.”

She points a finger at me immediately. “Hydration.”

“I've had coffee.”

She sighs. “That isn't hydration. That's bean anxiety.”

I laugh despite myself. “You sound like Luci.”

“Your sister?” I nod. “From what you’ve told me about her, that means I’m correct.”

Unfortunately, it does.

I break off a piece of croissant and glance over at Oliver, who's now explaining runway etiquette to a plastic dinosaur. “I’m probably just drained. This week’s been a lot.”

Sophie tips her head. “Because of the job or because your boss looks like he should be illegal?”

I choke on my coffee.

She grins without remorse. “Ah. So both.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t. You miss me terribly when we’re not together.”