“You’re dripping on me,” she gripes, though I can hear the smile in her voice.
Mila joins us in the huddle, squeezing us both. “I can’t believe this!”
Katya finally manages to push us back to our own chairs. “I’m almost three months along. I didn’t find out right away. I thought some of the symptoms were because of—” She cuts herself off. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’m so happy!”
“Why wouldn’t you be?” Mila sighs. “You’re having a baby with the man you love. What could be better?”
Katya shrugs. “I just never saw myself with a family. I fantasized about promotions and Stella McCartney suits. Not babies and white picket fences.”
“Our kids won’t be that far apart in age.” I squeeze her hand. “This is gonna be so much fun!”
She laughs nervously. “I just hope I don’t ruin this kid.”
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