The cramps were almost nonexistent by the time Leila returned home from work. She picked her ringing phone from the dresser. Her best friend was calling her on a video call. Plopping into the seat with a sigh, she wiped her makeup. That was if she could count the lipstick and winged eyeliner as makeup. Today’s workload was the same but she was exhausted.

Swiping up on her screen, she frowned at Freya when her face came on. “Why are you naked?”

Her best friend’s boobs ...