“Your mom is like a TV mom,” I say, noticing how prim and proper she looks in every photograph.
He chuckles. “Except she has a bark and backs it with a bite. Mama’s pretty scary at times, especially when it comes to people messing with her kids.” Evan grabs my hand and continues to lead me to the kitchen.
As soon as Mrs. Bishop sees me, she stops setting the table and comes and gives me a big hug. I squeeze her tightly, happy to feel her sincere affection.
“Oh honey, I’m so glad you guys came. How’re you doin’? Feeling any better?” she asks, and it’s confirmed that Evan’s been keeping her updated on how crappy I’ve felt.
“I’m managing for now. Hoping the second trimester keeps the nausea away, and I can start keeping my food down.” I sigh but give her a comforting smile, so she stops w
