Chapter Nineteen
Rachel
“Oh my God, I’m so tired,” Charlie said, her hand resting on the slight curve of her belly as she sank into the chair beside my desk.
I hit save on the chart I was working on in our electronic record system and logged out. Spinning to face her, I smiled. “You look f*****g gorgeous. You’re one of those women who does pregnant really well. If I ever get pregnant, I’m pretty sure I’ll hate you for looking this good.”
Charlie sighed and gave me a smile in return. “You’re just being nice. I’m not even that big yet, but it’s the morning sickness that’s making me miserable. It’s not limited to morning for me.” She sighed heavily.
I wasn’t going to argue that point with her. I’d personally held her hair back when she had a rough bout of vomiting the other afternoon. Bu
