"Hey, it's been at least a week and a half. How was your lovers' quarrel?" Alex asked the second I slid into the passenger seat.
"You're an ass," I snapped, punching his arm.
"Ow! What kind of preggo punches people that hard?" Alex shot back, rubbing his shoulder. "I could be driving a girl around right now, you know."
"But you're not. Because women don't like you," I said 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?" he asked, glancing at me warily.
"I'm sure it's fine," I said casually. "Plus, Levi 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," Alex grumbled. "Just to be smacked around and unappreciated."
I shot him a sideways glance. "You're just such an asshole though. Anyway... this is a nice car. Not better than Levi's though."
