I hadn’t even realized I was being so obvious. Or maybe I wasn’t. Maybe Gabby is just that good at sussing out when something was wrong. After all, she is the mother to two young girls.
“I’m not,” I reply—a little too fast.
“Is it that baby?” she asks. “It’s past time you popped that little guy out, huh?”
She’s circling her own stomach with soft hands. I wonder if she even realizes she’s doing it. “Way past time,” I agree. “But apparently, he’s comfortable in here.”
Gabby gives me a little wink. “Don’t make it too comfortable for him,” she says. “You want to meet him at some point. Or her.”
“Or her.” I still haven’t found out what the s*x of the baby is. I’ve had chances, but every time, I decline.
“Oh, that reminds me,” Gabby says with a snap of her fingers. “I have an extra baby bl
