Epilogue: OOOOO-O-verjoyed
Orion
“I feel like an elephant,” laughed Rose.
“If you’re an elephant, then I’m a whale!” Exclaimed my Orchid.
My Luna was glowing. I helped her into a seat. She leant back and sighed.
“How far along are you again?” Asked Rose.
“Eleven months,” muttered Orchid.
“She’s seven months,” I chuckled.
“Feels like eleven,” grumbled Orchid.
“Eight months for me,” said Rose.
“Almost time,” said Orchid excitedly.
“I can’t wait to drink wine again,” mumbled Rose.
“That’s what you’re excited about?” Said Orchid incredulously.
“Of course I want to meet my baby too!” Giggled Rose. “But can’t I be happy for wine too?”
“No, I meant you’re really missing wine more than coffee?” Wondered Orchid.
They both laughed.
“I just want these rug rats to be healthy,” mumbled
