End Game
Emily GoodwinContemporaryFirst-Person POVGoodgirlPregnant
“So far, so good. Trust me, I’ll let you know if things start to suck in the sack.”
“They won’t,” he promises. “Though some sucking might happen.”
Laughing again, I scoop up some eggs and blow on them before putting them in my mouth. Mom sends me another text with pictures of cakes she found on P*******t for a gender reveal party.
“How do you feel about having a gender reveal party?” I ask.
“What is that?” Archer gets up to make a pot of coffee.
“Basically a party announcing if the baby is a boy or girl. You don’t tell anyone until the end, and you pop a balloon with pink or blue confetti in it or something.”