Annie and Lily come over for the first time in a while. It feels so nice to be surrounded with my girls, and their hugs when first arriving feel like something I’ve deprived myself of.
“I wish you’d find out the gender,” Annie groans as she stretches herself out on the sofa. “I want to know if I’m gonna be the cool aunt to a boy or a girl.”
I snort. “The baby is healthy. Who cares what they come out as? Besides, all the woke parents these days don’t want a gender reveal. The baby will tell me how it feels once it knows.”
Lily glares at me. “Where’d you get this totally accurate information? You been scrolling through all your social media feeds until four in the morning?”
“What?” I gawk. “No! It’s the truth!”
Annie picks up a carrot in her sal
