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“That reminds me,” Barry piped up. “We’ve got some here! Hold on! I’ll get you one!” the man offered and headed for the office’s kitchenette.
Her stomach did a flip-flop at the mention of the vegan treat.
Jordan stroked her arm. “Georgie, are you okay? You look a little green.”
“Have you had any bouts of morning sickness yet?” Stu asked.
She blinked as the thought of tiny tubes of vegan chocolate chip cookie dough, once her go-to stress reliever and the tasty treat that never let her down, now turned her stomach.
“Um, I haven’t experienced morning sickness yet…but…” she rasped as the taste of bile flooded her mouth.
Barry jogged toward them, his hands teeming with the pocket-sized tubes of vegan dough.
“Look, Georgie! We’ve got a ton of them! You can take a bunch home with you!”
She tried to wave him off, but in the blink of an eye, her mild belly flip-flops morphed into a heavy-duty, high-speed tumble that would put an industrial clothes dryer to shame.
Her stomach spasmed.
This was not good!
There was no time to hightail it to the restroom. She tossed the fake baby…faby…whatever, to her husband and lunged for a trash can.
But she was too late.
Just as she’d done years ago in a child-sized evening dress and five-inch heels, she lost her three delectable slices of pineapple cheesecake all over poor Barry’s feet.
“Whoa!” the man exclaimed.
“Thank God we installed tile instead of carpet!” Hector murmured to Bobby, leaping out of the way.
“There it is. A telltale sign,” Stu replied calmly as if it were standard practice for women to lose their lunch, or in her case a trifecta of cheesecake, in his presence.
“There’s a pack of ginger lozenges in the diaper bag. They can help ease the nausea,” Lenny added.
She wiped the back of her hand across her lips.
Perfect! More advice from Team No Uterus.
Jordan leaned over and rubbed her back with the fake baby tucked under his arm, its little head inches from hers. The doll seemed to have a mischievous curve to its fake baby lips. Were they always like that? Was she having another pregnancy delusion?
“I’m sure the nausea will end soon, and we’ll figure everything out,” Jordan said, trying to reassure her.
She held the doll’s gaze and knew instantly that her husband was wrong.
It was just the beginning of this pregnancy roller coaster—and they were locked in for the entire ride.
