Chapter 142

Violet

“This weather blows.” Leighton grimaces as we watch the rain come down in sheets outside The Café. It’s made for a boring shift for both of us. “Since there’s been no one in here, all I’ve done is eat.” She puts another fry in her mouth, liberally dipped in ketchup. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen someone eat as much ketchup as she has since she found out she’s pregnant.

I laugh, leaning my head against her shoulder. “You’re doing great things, like growing a human. You’re gonna be hungry. Plus, you’re gonna have this baby very soon. You’ve already dropped.”

“But if I gain a hundred pounds, Holden’s not going to want me anymore.” She pushes the fries away, but grabs another anyway.

“You’re crazy, Leigh. I wish you could see what you look like right now. Like really see it.” I turn to face her, ready to lay down some truth for her. Since she had to get a pair of maternity jeans, she’s almost been having an identity crisis.

“Like a whale?”