Nikki and Felicity sat cross-legged on the floor, facing each other, the coffee table between them groaning under the weight.

Felicity, currently working through a second helping of creamy pasta, smirked. "That sounds like quitter talk, Nikki. We haven't even touched the dessert platter yet."

Nikki laughed and kissed Felicity’s forehead. “That’s the spirit. Now rest. Because Part 2 is going to be twice this big.”

By the time she finished the third roll, her belly had rounded out into a distinct dome. It wasn’t huge—not yet—but it was firm. When Nikki pressed her palm against Felicity’s navel, she could feel the resistance.