Page 72 of Smoke and Glitter

"I am capable of hanging up a coat."

"Debatable."

She gives me a look and hangs it up anyway.

There's coffee waiting on the table and something warm under a towel that smells like cinnamon. Colt isn't here, which feels deliberate, but not in a way that bothers me. Summer knows when I need a room without an audience.

I sit down while she eases into the chair across from me with more effort than the last time I saw her.

"Okay, that's new."

"Shut up."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Constantly."

"Sleeping?"

"No."

"Eating?"

"Everything."

"Colt driving you insane?"

"He has downloaded three baby apps."

I stare at her.

"Three?"

"They disagree with each other, which means I now get nightly briefings."

"Of course you do."

"Last night the baby was either the size of a mango, a grapefruit or a small woodland animal. Colt found the lack of consensus upsetting."

I laugh into my coffee.

Summer settles one hand over the side of her stomach.

"Has she been moving a lot?"

"Constantly. Usually when I'm trying to sleep."

"Already difficult."

"Definitely Colt's child."

"Does he talk to her?"

Summer gives me a look.

"Oh my God. He does."

"Every night."