Grace's POv.
"Hey, G. How's my favorite best friend doing?"
"I thought I was your only best friend."
I could hear the smile in her voice when she responded.
"Tate is a very close second, but you're still my favorite - mostly because you're old enough to do shots with me and he isn't..."
I smiled to myself, happy for the distraction, and shrugged.
"Makes sense... he won't be much competition for at least a few more years."
"Depends on the kind of mom you want to be."
I could picture her face clearly in my mind: with her eyebrows raised and her head tilted slightly to one side, her eyes bright with mischief.
"Certainly not that kind..."
She chuckled. The sound was much needed.
"That's a pity. Luckily, I'm a patient woman."
"You're also a blantant liar."
"Only if you know me well
