ONE LAST TEXT
I texted Priya immediately, and she showed up within the hour, practically running through the front door, dropping to her knees in front of me on the couch with both hands hovering over my stomach like she was afraid to actually touch it and break the moment.
"Do it again, do it again," she said, and we waited, and when it finally happened her whole face lit up exactly the way my mom's had. "Oh my god. Mia. That's insane. That's a whole person in there doing that."
"I know."
"Does it feel weird? Like, weird weird, or just weird good?"
"Both, honestly." I laughed, and for a second, just a second, it was easy, it was pure, it was just me and my best friend and my mother sitting in a kitchen m