"Justin!" Hannah flung her arms around her friend as soon as she had deposited her pie safely on a counter and left the wine for others to find. "How are you, love?" It didn't matter if they saw each other several times a week, she wanted to know and she wanted to know yesterday. Tucking an arm around his, she led him over to the drinks so she could mix up a gin and tonic. One with a liberal amount of gin and just a dash of tonic. Hannah might have made it her life's work to bring babies into the world, but sometimes the birthing process left her feel scraped over and raw.
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