Grimacing, Clarissa put her hand over the pain in her abdomen. Two children later, and she still couldn’t quite get use to the cramping. Pushing off the rocking chair, Clarissa gathered the sample invites, and shoving them into her planner, giving Cat’s room a quick once over, before heading towards the kitchen. “Cuban? Please tell me it’s Cuban, because little Maya needs something that’ll quiet her down for a little while, and stop making me have to pee every five minutes.” Reaching over the counter, she pulled out a few of the groceries, setting them aside. “So, anything interesting happen at the grocery story? OH, was that lady with the uniboob there again? It’s always so amusing watching her try and get away with hiding things under her skirt.”
Looking over at her best friend, Cat smiled, pulling out some chorizo and wiggling it before setting it to the side. “Would I tempt you with anything else? I know my little munchkin is already in love with Auntie Cat’s cooking.” She was mostly talking to Clarissa’s stomach, which was obvious through the more babyish tone her voice had adapted in the middle of her sentence, and looked back up at the mommy-to-be-again before continuing to separate the groceries. “Nothing to exciting, sadly. Would’ve made the trip that much more worth it, though now that you mention it, I think I did see her there? Not sure if she stuck anything up anywhere this time, probably did though, bloody woman never learns.” She glanced at the book in her friends hands, and let out a quiet sigh before returning to her groceries. “Anything new you want me to take a look at?”