Chapter 42
VOLUME FOUR: MADE FOR LOVING YOU
"Can you see my baby bump?"
Paisley Parish dutifully looked as her best friend turned sideways and smoothed her sweater over her rounded midsection. "Yes. Although, to be fair, you've been showing for a month."
Emerson grimaced. "I've looked fat for a month. I'm trying to figure out if I look pregnant."
Smirking, Paisley sipped at a mug of tea. "I mean, the regular announcements to all and sundry by your very hot, younger husband kinda took care of that for you." She'd never seen anybody more excited to be a father than Caleb Romero. His enthusiasm and absolute devotion to her friend was the stuff of romance novels. Paisley would know, as she wrote them for a living. The whole thing did her heart good.
Emerson rolled her eyes, but adoration was clear in the gesture. "He's so very proud of his virility."
"And you're crying so hard about everyone knowing that sexy, unicorn of a firefighter is yours."