He nearly choked on his food, what the hell was wrong with pregnant women and getting annoyed by a slight comment? He chuckled and shook his head, “How can I say that to you, Willa? You just make the worst assumptions about yourself and it’s always so sad.” She rolled her eyes at him, and he knew it was only because she had her mouth full that she couldn’t talk, she was certainly waiting to swallow them and he knew if he let her did that, what she would say to him would be the worst in the history. “So, how have you been, Willa?”
She gulped down a drink and smiled warmly at him, “I’ve been fine, sick here and there and it’s only because of my bump. And you? How’s Florida?” A highlight of what happened in Florida passed through his eyes and he wished he could tell her what happened, maybe
