Crossing The Blue Line: His Forbidden Puck Bunny
"Can we just not, right now?"
"Fine. Fine, I'll drop it." She held up her hands in surrender, then immediately started digging through the bags instead. "I brought sour gummies, chips, those chocolate covered pretzels you like, and—" she pulled out a small stuffed elephant and held it up triumphantly, "—this. Because apparently I can't walk past a baby aisle without losing my mind now that I know."
I laughed despite everything, my first actual laugh in what felt like days. "Maya, it's not even born yet."