Piper
“How are you feeling?” Mia asked as she walked through the door. It’s been two weeks since my divorce was final, two weeks since I passed out into my lawyer's arms, and two weeks since finding out I was two months pregnant.
“Miserable. Morning sickness is no joke. My stomach feels so raw,” I said.
“Well, I brought you some chicken noodle soup,” she said, and I groaned.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Come on, babes, you have to eat something. You need the nutrients. I also bought some Premier Protein Shakes, chocolate and caramel, and I also got some crackers.”
“Crackers, please. Do we have any more ginger ale left?”
“Yep, there’s still six left. We’ll have to get more,” she said.
She brought them to me as I sat on our couch. Well, hers, but she isn’t letting me move out, now that
