“Are you ready for this, Shan?” Johnny asked when the boys returned to us, both breathless from their exertions. “Another six months of Tommen, baby.” “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” I heard my bestie reply before slipping her hand into his. “I’ve got this.” “You absolutely do,” Johnny agreed in that calm, reassuring tone of his, giving her hand a squeeze, while simultaneously reaching over to clap Gerard on the back. “You both do.”
