"Yes," she said softly, nodding once. "You're right." Not a friend to all, of course, but Abby knew that she couldn't expect as much. "I'm glad to be here."
She reached for her teacup, bringing it up for a sip and gasping a moment later, setting the cup back down as the baby seemed to turn over in her belly. Abby frowned just slightly, her hand moving to her belly again, just over the sore spot, and she was surprised a moment later when she felt a faint pressure against her hand in return.