Chapter 157.
“Honestly, Alisha, what is the point of having huge breasts that my mate is obsessed with when they are too sore to be played with,” Becca huffed.
“He is not so much the tit avoider now then, but you are,” Alisha laughed.
“I guess so,” Becca giggled, pulling out her craving from the fridge ready to cook it, her mouth watering in anticipation.
“Seriously why do you have a craving for something that makes me feel utterly sick to the stomach,” Alisha huffed as she slumped down at Becca’s kitchen table.
Becca smiled, rubbing her swollen belly, a serene smile on her face. Asher had to go to London, with Hannah for a week, so Alisha had come over to spend time with her best friend before they gave birth. Hope toddled over to her mammy and pulled at her long skirt, wanting to
