*Bianca*

The baby shower was just around the corner, and I could already feel the excitement building. Amara had been over the moon, taking control of all the details.

“We’ve got to have one of those stick the pin on the diaper games, and a calendar with a prize for whoever guesses the date your baby will be born,” she gushed.

She took furious notes on her tablet.

“Games are fun,” I agreed.

“And food. We’re going to have pink and blue ...