“You sure you’re not already pregnant?” I laugh. “No. I have an IUD. That’s basically foolproof.” Smirking, she winks. “I bet twenty bucks that thing will be out of you before the end of the year.” I can’t help but smile as I walk over to the fridge, gathering the things I need for the fondant. Warm, excited butterflies flit through me at her words. “We’ll see.”
