The innocent expression was still gracing Vienna’s features, but soon enough a smirk started pulling at her mouth, ruining the effect. “Alright, maybe I would,” she relented. “But just maybe.”
Laughing softly, Vienna quirked an eyebrow. “Nope, won’t work, because now you’ve just kind of admit to being open to using that excuse,” she paused. “And I don’t care what you say, it would be admitting to actually having pregnancy brain.” Now she was just teasing her friend, although she could remember how easy it was to forget things while pregnant.
“I’m going to choose to believe you’re right in all of this, because it’s a hell of a lot more comforting to think she’s just adjusting, and not consciously trying to avoid me.” Adjusting she could deal with, but outright avoidance was another story entirely – one she never wanted to focus on. “We can both agree on fashion,” Vienna remarked. “It’s just too bad Bryant Park is over run with zombies and fashion week no longer happens.” But maybe they could find something else, another hobby they could both agree on that wasn’t work related at all.
Vienna actually giggled like a middle schooler at that. “I knew it!” She declared with a grin lighting up her face. “Trust me, I know all about older sibling retaliation. I swear there’s a school you all go to train at or something.”
Sighing softly, she had to admit Leah was in a shitty position – trapped between a rock and hard place when it came to this whole Bea and Brandon thing. “Impartial is probably a wise idea, but it has to kind of suck to not really be speaking to either of them,” although she couldn’t fault her friend for taking that route – if she were in that position she couldn’t entirely say she wouldn’t have done the same thing.
Vienna was just about to open her mouth to reply when Leah cried out as she went to her knees. Both actions were not good signs; actually they were really bad signs. A part of her wanted to think it was just that Leah had strained something, but even she wasn’t naïve enough to not see it for what it was. “Too soon?” By this point she had abandoned her yoga pose and had rushed over to her friends side. “Are you having contractions?” It was an obvious question with and obvious answer, yet she asked it anyway.