"Yeah, you're right. Proper really isn't my thing." Tracey mentally pictured Astoria and cringed, never wanting to be as uptight as that. Blushing, actually blushing, Tracey shared a teeny tiny smirk. "Blaise is incredible." And she was foolishly in love with him, which Millicent knew. She'd also know what a lost cause that would be. "That'll be pretty much up to him. Even when I was married, I was his." He was like a dangerous addiction she couldn't shake.
Grinning, she wasn't sure if she was being helpful or not. "You can open all of my doors with your sperm-laden fingers and then we'll remind them it's poor manners to gossip about us." Oddly enough, Tracey enjoyed her light flirting with Millicent. She wouldn't take it further than playful banter because she would not risk a fantastic friendship and she was truly in love with Blaise. But to lightly flirt with her friend was all in good fun.
Tracey snorted and barely covered her mouth to keep from laughing too hard. "Millicent, my baby is smaller than a lentil right now. It could tango and I'd not know it." Of course that would mean there were two of them and she sure as hell wasn't having twins.