"Course you're the pretty one. Anrai's the handsome one. And the smart one." Laine laughed at least until she sucked in a sharp breath and brought a hand to her belly. The baby wasn't kicking but those Braxton-Hicks contractions could damned well make her wish for another round of Bump soccer instead. "Sweet Jesus...unless you want to say hey to your brother, I'm gonna let you go, darlin' or I'm goin' to end up droppin' the phone here."

She needed to sit down, lie down...but she wasn't about to admit that when she'd just argued against the fact with a kitchen full of people. She'd just go do it, quietly.