"Hey fattie." She smiled wickedly at me. "I heard Mikko brought home a girlfriend this time. She's such a cutie. Maybe I can talk Mikko into a threesome." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"Good luck," I rolled my eyes as I went to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water then sat on the counter.
Abigail leaned on the doorframe and stared at me.
I sighed, not bothering to look over at her. "What do you want?"
"You're no fun to tease when you're depressed." I just shrugged and looked at my water bottle. "You shouldn't be depressed when you're pregnant."
I glared over at her. "And how do you know that I'm pregnant."
She laughed. "Do you think I'm blind? You've been trying to whip yourself into shape, but it's just not happening."
"You don't know what I've been doing."
"Please." She rolled her eyes. "The dead giveaway is your rack. They're getting ready to feed a baby again. They're like two cup sizes bigger."