Danielle had suffered quite badly with body dysmorphia when her bump first started to show. She still had occasional bad days, but she comforted herself with the fact her bump made an excellent snack shelf. She often rested a bag of chips on it.
Dutch and Jimmy were off in the corner of the yard drinking beer and passing a joint between them. Man, Danielle wished she could join in. She missed weed. Instead she was nursing an ice-cold Dr Pepper, and every time she took a sip the baby would kick. Bobby had his hand on her bump, laughing softly as the baby kicked again.
"Yes please, babe. With cheese. And pickles. And ranch and ketchup. And a hotdog too? Johnny Jnr insists." Danielle didn't actually know the gender of the baby, but it for sure kicked just like its dad.