Audrey glanced at Serenity’s belly and said, “After I get home this afternoon, I'll check their wedding date. If it conflicts with your due date, I won’t attend.

“I’ll just send a gift instead. When you go into labor, I absolutely have to be there.”

She squeezed Serenity’s hand. “You should go out less now. You’ll exhaust yourself if you move around too much in the third trimester.”

“I’ve barely gone out recently. Even Sonny’s preschool pickups are handled by Zachary’s staff now. I’ve stopped doing them myself, though I don’t think I’ll give birth early.”

Serenity rubbed her belly. Those with experience told her the baby had not dropped into position yet, so labor was not imminent.

“You’re at thirty-five weeks now, aren’t you?”

Audrey asked, “I remember yours is about a month behind Jasmine’s. She delivered a month early. If not, she’d just be giving birth now.”

Serenity nodded. In fact, she was thirty-five weeks and three days pregnant. She now had prenatal checkups every four