Everybody is celebrating for our little Jeanne. I've called Sophia and Teresa already.
And now, I'm trying to call Vince.
Jeanne is right beside me, ready to grab the phone in case Vince say something he didn't like.
He was holding my now full waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.
If I know, he is just listening to the ringing of Vince's phone.
It took a lot of rings before Vince finally answered.
"Hello?" I greeted, but it wasn't Vince's voice I heard.
"Help! Help! Whoever you are! Vince kidnapped me! I'm tied in bed in I don't know where! Call the police please!" A thin shouting voice of a female called.
"You better stop ranting Monique!" Vince coolly said and turned his attention to me. "Kathy" he greeted back.
"And why is she tied on the bed?!" My best friend is going crazy.
