The Plus Size Luna
“But he’s hot, I’ll give him that.”
They both burst into laughter, the sound filling the small kitchen. It felt good to share a moment of levity, especially given how serious everything had become lately.
“How many months now?” Maxine asked, her gaze flickering to Coreen’s belly as she took a sip from her own glass.
“Eight,” Coreen replied, her voice casual despite the significance. “It all started after that one wild night, and well… it just kept going from there.”
Maxine shook her head, smiling. “So, you’re about a month ahead of me, huh? You always were a bit ahead of the game.”