Chapter Twenty-Nine
Harlow
Sitting across the table, I looked over at Maisie, who was holding her toddler, Max, on her lap. He was a cute little boy, with Maisie’s curly dark hair, and was all wiggles. My heart squeezed a little, and I looked away. His presence was a dual whammy for me—he shared Max’s name, and his existence was a reminder of the child I didn’t have.
“I’ve gained twenty pounds,” Lucy announced, as she laid a card on the table.
Susannah, who sat at an angle across from her, laughed and shook her head. “Well, I gained almost forty while I was pregnant. So count yourself lucky if twenty is your max.”
Lucy rolled her eyes and took a sip of her water. Maisie was hosting card night at the home she shared with Beck, and had invited me to come. Beck was out with the guys. The
