I’m the people pleaser.
I’m the party girl.
I’m the friend that says, “just another one.”
But then comes Zac with his broken heart and I can’t make him just another one.
“Oh, Sunshine, that baby is Big Ben.” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. Emma’s face pinches with confusion, and I know I should stop but she’s so easy to take the piss out of.
“But it’s so … ah …big,” she tries to chuckle, but gives up with a nervous gulp. She cups her hands over her belly and caresses it lovingly. She’s due to pop in three weeks and I mean pop. My best mate’s gone and gotten the size of a baby beached whale. I take in Emma’s glowing complexion, her blonde hair that’s up in a messy ponytail, and sparkling green eyes. She looks so happy. Unlike the last time I saw her and I had to get her away from that bitch who dared to call herself a mother.
This visit is long overdue and with the baby on the way, it was a perfect excuse for me to come and visit.
“Surely that doesn’t all fit, you know, up there?” Her eyes bulge huge.
I bite the inside of my cheek to hold the laughter back. “That’s nothing, Sunshine. Want to see my favorite? I keep this big fella for special occasions.” Lifting an even bigger vibrator from my luggage, Emma’s hand flies to her mouth. “I present The Eiffel Tower!” Her cheeks stain a rosy pink. I should stop but she’s making it so easy.
“Bloody hell, Chloe! That thing should have its own set of kidneys and lungs.”