♥ Megan ♥
I balanced the takeaway tray on one arm and knocked with my free hand. My heart beat a little too fast for what was supposed to be a quick visit. Amy opened the door with a small smile. She wore leggings and an oversized sweater. Her hair was pulled back, and she had one hand hovering near her stomach as if it lived there now.
“Hey,” she said. “You didn’t have to bring anything,”
“You know, I don’t like to come empty-handed,” I said as I lifted the tray. “Plus, I know all your cravings,” I added. Amy laughed as she stepped aside to let me in. I went straight to the living room and set the tray down on the coffee table. The living room was neat and cozy, with a blanket over the back of the couch, and a couple of baby magazines stacked next to some wedding ones I recognized from
