We link arms and walk toward the kitchen, where we can hear Kat and Abby having a spirited back-and-forth about the ideal temperature for reheated breast milk in a bottle.
Kat’s doing Abby’s voice as Darth Vader.
I love my friends.
I end up spending the rest of the day at Kat’s. We eat, and swim, and play with Abby, who is the world’s most adorable infant. She has her mother’s innate happiness, smiling at everything, cooing and gurgling like an advertisement for the joys of motherhood.
“I love this kid,” I say more than once, staring at her. “How awesome is this kid?”
Kat and Chloe share one too many secret smiles when I say that, and I have to tell them to shut up.
After we make plans to go with Kat to the fertility clinic on Friday, I drive back to Malibu in the late afternoon, int
