Well I haven’t really been out that much lately, so I guess I must’ve missed the memo. So umm… Harry, is the father right? Otherwise isn’t that a little rude if he just announced it, but you probably don’t want to talk about that, so I’ll drop it… Hey, I never said it just because you’re a moody pregnant woman haha, I said it because I wanted too and because it’s the truth. Well did you want me to leave you to try to get some rest, because you’re going to need as much as you can get later on, right? Or just stay and chill for a while?
Yeah, I haven’t seen your face around lately, and that is definitely not okay with the soon-to-be fat lady. I demand that we hang out before I am the size of that blueberry girl from Willy Wonka…dear lord, please never let me get that huge. If I do, I give you entire permission to barge into my house and take all my mirrors so I don’t have to look at my whale-like self. Okay? Okay. And thanks, Hunter, that’s actually sweet of you. Not that you aren’t sweet—you are—I just miss being told nice things lately amidst all the drama going on. You know how it can get. But no, you can stay for awhile…until I fall asleep, yeah? If that’s not a bother.
