6 months later...
"Hey, it's been at least a week and a half. How was your lovers' quarrel?" Pinky asked the second I slid into the passenger seat of her car.
"You're an ass," I snapped, punching her arm.
"Ow! What kind of preggo punches people that hard?" Pinky shot back, rubbing her shoulder. "I could be driving a boyfriend around right now, you know. I barely have time since I took over."
"But you're not driving around a guy. Because guys don't like you," I teased with a smirk.
"Bitch. Your stomach looks like it's about to pop."
"Yeah, there's like a week or so left."
"Is it even okay to be out like this right now?" She asked. She's become a lot more confident.
"I'm sure it's fine," I said casually. "Plus, Darius isn't upset at all. He even encouraged me to go hang out with you. We just have to come back early."
"Look at all the good I've done," Pinky grumbled. "Just to be ordered around and unappreciated."
