Chapter THIRTEEN-AVERY

“Are you feeling any better?”

I lifted the pot of freshly brewed tea and poured some into Penny’s mug before sliding it over to her.

My BFF looked green around the gills, and I didn’t envy her. But that was morning sickness. A big old bucket of fun.

“I don’t know if I can even swallow this,” Penny murmured, lifting the mug to her face.

Speaking of buckets.

I grimaced and inched the small garbage bin Penny had been keeping beside her—just in case—a little bit closer to her chair.

“Mama! Mrs. O’Hare says I can help make cookies, can I?” Rosie asked, running into the living room where we were sitting and chatting.

I grinned at the picture she made with a too big apron tied around her small waist and her curly hair pulled back from her face with a kerchief.

“You sure can, Sweetheart,” I said with a grin.

“Aw, she is so sweet,” Penny said, going in for a sip. “Oh, no.”