Ali's Prada blouse and skirt had been a write off by the time Jamie was done with them. Not even a good sponging down with baby wipes and Febreeze had been able to save the tragedy. Ali was on autopilot by that point, and she was now more than convinced her mother-in-law-to-be thought she was whacko. She had been hardly able to string three
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"It's okay, I'm not in any rush. James has enough paperwork to keep him busy for a while." She tilted her head as she reached out to touch her friend's hand. "What's happened?"
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The waiter came over to take their order and Ali still wasn't sure she could brave shoving anything down her throat, even if the ice cream had been brilliant. At least up until it make her feel nauseous. That train of thought had her nearly jumping out of her skin and she knocked a fork onto the floor. "Shitting fuck," she cursed and scrambled to pick it up. She shoved the fork and the menu into the waiter's hand. "I'll have a Diet Dr Pregnant- I mean Pepper! I said Pepper!" she said, her voice breaking. "How's the footballer?"
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She waited until the surprised man wondered off, no doubt to tell his mates in the kitchen all about the crazy Pepper lady. Iz leaned forward, and arched an eyebrow at Ali. "Never mind the footballer, are you pregnant?"
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She looked down at her stomach and brushed her good hand over it. "But this time it's a little Andy in there. It's... different."
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She sighed slowly. "What's he even going to say? He's already been amazing taking Jamie on like she is his own. Even his Mum has accepted her like she's her own granddaughter. No pressure for us to get married or anything like that. I don't even know how it could have happened. I went on the pill as soon as things were healing and shit. But... I dunno. I guess it happened in Australia with the weird-arsed timezones and crap."
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