Part Two.
I heaved the box on to the kitchen island and arched my back outwards, cracking it. The noise was loud in the echoey kitchen but it felt good to stretch it out. It also made my bump even more pronounced.
I had what people fondly told me , popped at the end of my fifth month. And now at seven and half months I wasn’t sure I could expand any more.
Minutes eyes flicked up to me. “Will you stop lifting the heavy ones Del, go fluff some pillows or something.”
I grinned as I flipped him the bird. And his laughter filled the air.
“I’m not sick Minute I’m just…”
“Pregnant.” He rolled his eyes. “We know. You keep reminding us even though it’s pretty hard to miss.” His eyes roved over my protruding stomach. A smile pulling up the corners of his mouth. “Unless you’ve eaten Juice. Jui
