Millicent dunked two teabags in cups and poured water over them. "SorrI can be your bodyguard?" she offered. "I mean, I totally have the build for it."
She had to stop joking around, though. It wasn't what Tracey needed right now.
"Wow," she said, putting the cups on the table and checking on the cake. Not quite done yet. "That's... very grown-up. Two kids, one boyfriend, one ex-husband. Make me look like a fourteen-year-old with no problems in the world. Other than the laundry out there."
"No, but seriously. I know you can do this. Sure, it won't be fun telling him about it, but at least he won't insist on keeping up the marriage farce when you're having somebody else's baby. Not that Montague could make you do anything. It's not your thing."