Epilogue
Nora
Three years later
I walked into the kitchen at the resort. Correction: I waddled into the kitchen at the resort.
Daphne was standing at the counter, chopping onions. I stopped beside her. As soon as the momentum from walking ended, I needed something to hold me up. Turning, I rested my hips against the counter and curled my hands around the edge.
“You okay?” she asked.
“How come you’re not as gigantic as me?” I muttered.
She looked over at me and then down at her own round belly. “Because you’re due a month before me.” She smiled warmly, a glint of sympathy in her eyes.
I rubbed my belly. “Pregnancy isn’t fun.”
Her head bobbed in agreement. “My first pregnancy was way worse. This one’s been easier for me.”
Daphne somehow managed to look tidy and prim even though she
