The opposite, in fact.
Fuck.
Two Weeks Later
Baby Mamas
Callie: Why did nobody warn me that my nose could grow three sizes when I’m pregnant???
Me: I don’t think that’s a thing.
Callie: Oh, it’s definitely a thing.
Callie sends a selfie.
Callie: This is bullshit. You two are all glowy and shit, and I look like fucking pinocchio.
Olivia: Sweaty, not glowy.
Callie: Potato, potato.
Me: If it makes you feel any better, none of my shoes fit anymore.
Callie: Oh no. Beautiful flawless Angelina Rossi can’t fit in her shoes.
Olivia: I see the irritability has kicked in.
Callie: Somebody get these babies out of me!
Griffin
Baby Daddies:
Jaxon: Nobody say anything about Callie’s nose at family dinner or else.
Me: What’s wrong with Callie’s nose?
Jaxon: Don’t ask. Just smile and tell her she’s glowing. Got it?
Wilder: Holy shit, Olivia just showed me the photo.
Jaxon: NOT A SINGLE WORD!!!
Chapter 29
It’s Called Nesting
? Bad Things - Cailin Russo
32 weeks: Baby is the size of a sourdough loaf
Griffin
I dipmy brush into the third paint sample and swipe it onto the wall next to the others. Angie takes a step back, one of her hands on her hip and the other absently rubbing her bump.
“They looked different in the store,” she says. “But I think I like the second one.”
They all look pretty much the same to me, so I keep my mouth shut.
