“We’re already family, you obsessive compulsive, narcissistic she-wolf,” Sally practically snarled. “This isn’t about you, or Titus, or Thia, or anything other than Bethany and this amazing miracle that’s about to happen.”
Jen looked up at Bethany and smiled. For all of Jen’s quirks, she was a rock in the midst of chaos. “You got this, Beth,” Jen said, her voice firm. “And you know I’m just kidding. I would be absolutely thrilled if Titus and your awesome chickadee were true mates. Humor and self-pity are the ways I cope with stress.”
“And everything else,” Jacque muttered.
Another contraction hit, and Bethany couldn’t continue to focus on what the girls were saying. She felt both of her ankles being pushed so that her knees were bent further up and out. The nightgown she wore had been
