As the baby shower wound down, Francine began to wonder how she'd get home. A taxi from here would cost more cash than she carried. Her car at least had been towed. Aunt Kerry, upon hearing her troubles, called her husband, a mechanic, to tow it to his garage.
Approaching her friend, surrounded by miniature pieces of clothing and baby toys, Francine couldn't help smiling at her obvious happiness.
"Francine, did you see these?" Naomi exclaimed, holding up a pair of tiny running shoes. "Too freakn' cute."
"Disgustingly so," she giggled. "God, I can't believe you're about to pop twins."
"Good thing I've got two daddies to help handle them," Naomi added.
"And two awesome boobies," Javier said with a laugh, leaning over the back of her chair to honk them.
"Pig!" Naomi yelled, slapping at his hand. "We have guests."
"We have Francine and my brother left. Everyone else scattered before you handed them a mop and broom to clean."