Aria’s POV
I wondered if it was the pregnancy hormones that made Maya laugh at literally every serious situation, or if she'd always been this unhinged and I was only just noticing. She stood in front of me, barely standing, practically collapsing to the floor from laughing so hard. Her hands gripped my shoulders for support. At the same time, the other clutched her baby bump, her face turning an alarming shade of red as she gasped for air between hysterical cackles.
"I do not understand why you're laughing like someone who escaped a psych ward," I said flatly, hoping my deadpan delivery would snap her out of it.
It did not. If anything, she laughed harder, wheezing like an asthmatic hyena. Tears streamed down her face, smudging her mascara into raccoon territory.
"I'm sorry…" she gasp
