I pull back and wipe my nose with the back of my hand. “When did you get so wise?”
“Oh, that li’l chestnut? Stole it from a TV show. Did it sound good when I said it?”
I laugh snottily and rap her knee lightly. “Maybe ‘wise-ass’ would’ve been more accurate.”
“Takes one to know one,” she says with an irrepressible grin. She strokes a fallen bang out of my face and kisses each cheek. “I love you, Elly Belly. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Now, drink your tea. Growing a baby is thirsty work.”
I take a sip of the mug she brought me. The honey sweetens it just enough to settle my stomach and my tears alike. We sit companionably side by side, enjoying the sun on our faces through the bedroom window, until there’s a knock on the door.
“Everything okay in there?” Bastian asks
