Penny rushes towards the table where Emma sits. She hugs Emma tightly before sitting beside her. “God, I miss you so much,” she says.
“I know,” Emma says. “I miss you too. I’ve ordered for us both already, by the way. Greek salad, right?”
“Yes, thanks,” Penny says before reaching out to caress Emma’s belly. “How far along are you right now?”
“Twenty-two weeks,” Emma answers. “It’ll be a January baby.”
“You look beautiful as always,” Penny says. “Pregnant becomes you. You super glow every time you’re pregnant.”
Emma sighs. “Oh, please don’t say that” she says. “At least not in front of Parker. I’m hoping this will be our last baby. Of all the three of us, I’m the only one who has yet experienced the joy of the working world, remember? Too busy becoming a baby factory.”
“You’ll get the
