“You know, for someone who didn’t show at all for the first three months, you’ve blown up pretty quickly,” she says, helping me to the elevator. “Are you sure the doctor said there isn’t more than one baby in there?”
I giggle. “Yeah, sorry to disappoint you. Just one boy.” As she wrinkles her nose, I add, “I guess you’re in charge of having the baby girl you want.”
Her smile falters. A shadow crosses her face. Something’s up.
Once we’ve dried off inside my apartment, I plonk myself in the middle of the bed, catching my breath from the walk while she races around, securing the windows in the apartment.
“I miss my Ella Bella so much right now,” I sigh. “Every time it would rain, she would make spicy curly fries and hot chocolate and we’d curl up on the back patio.”
“Awww,” she says befo
