“Let us in; we have a surprise,” Annie and Lily insist on the other side of my front door.
“I’m seven months pregnant, and you think I could keep you two from rushing in?” I ask them flatly as I pull open the door.”
“Mama bear strength or whatever,” Lily comments as she waves her hand in the air.
They walk past me with multiple bags and party decorations. “What the hell?” I question.
“Surprise!” They call in unison. “Welcome to your baby shower!”
Two months have passed since going into the hospital. But every time my best friends come around, I find out that I can still be surprised in multiple ways.
I groan. “I cannot believe you did this. I told you I didn’t want a shower.”
“When do we ever listen to you?” Annie questions me as she stacks bags onto my couch.
“Everyone’s
