“How many kids do you guys want, anyway?” “As many as she’ll let me pump into her.” “Oh my God, Elia.” Caroline shoves me away, adjusting her dress and studying the cupcake display. “Can I get through this pregnancy before you start planning the next, please?” “And can you plan silently?” Phoebe quips, face twisting in disgust. “Jeez, I’m sorry my excitement annoys you.” Caroline grins. “Well, as long as you apologize for it.”
