At 2:30 in the morning, I stand up and take a deep breath. The conversation awkwardly fades out around me, but I wave my hands at everyone. “I’m just going to go take a shower,” I say, smiling around. “Ignore me – keep going –“
“No, that’s a good idea,” Daniel says, looking over at Jerome. “I’m going to go get ready too.”
“I’ll help you, Fay,” Janeen says, standing up and coming to my side.
Donnie, still sitting on the couch with my dad – who fell asleep hours ago – gives us a thumbs up and grabs for the remote. “I’ll just hang here!”
“You don’t need to help me,” I say to Janeen, frowning a little, “I’m not that pregnant –“
“Well then I’ll just stare at your beautiful face,” she says, raising her hands to my face and smushing my cheeks between her palms.
I scowl and swat her hands
