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Shannon
“You’re coming.”
I cradled the phone between my head and shoulder. “Uh, I’m going to have to check my schedule, Missy, and you’re going to have a baby any day now,” I pointed out. “I don’t think you should be planning girl’s nights right now.” Missy’s due date was in two days, and I was actually surprised she hadn’t popped the baby out yet. “I’m surprised you’re not nesting more.”
Missy scoffed. “I’ve nested, I’m ready. What I want is one more night with just you and Shelby. I told her she has to make her weed lasagna, and I am kicking Charlie out so he can go hang out with the guys.”
I blinked rapidly. “Did you just say weed lasagna?”
Missy giggled loudly. “I did, doc, but I promise there isn’t weed in it. She swears there is a secret ingredient in it, and the last time Blake was over for the baby gender thing, he guessed that the secret ingredient was weed.”
“Oh, well,” I laughed. “I’m glad he was wrong.”
“Yeah,” Missy sighed. “She hasn’t told me what it is. I hoped she would feel sorry for me because I look like a whale, and she’ll tell me tonight.”
It was half-past four, and Missy had just called me to tell me I needed to be at Shelby’s house for a girls’ night at six. Yeah, she gave me less than two hours’ notice. Also, she was literally on the cusp of having a baby, and all she cared about was girl’s night.
“I don’t know if I can make it tonight, Missy. I need to finish up going over some things in the office.” I tapped my fingers on the stack of notes I needed to get added to the patient's files from today. Technically, they didn’t have to be done until tomorrow, but I always liked to get them done right away.
“Please,” she whined. “I only have two friends, and you’re one of them. Charlie said I should invite Margot from Chicken Biscuit, but I only know her when she hands me my daily biscuit. So, you have to come. I’m going to feel really pathetic if one of my two friends can’t hang out with me.”
I shook my head and leaned back in my chair. “Well, if you gave me more than two hour’s notice, I could easily make it."
“Well,” Missy laughed, “we can chalk this up to my pregnancy brain, and I’ll see you at six, yeah?”
I sighed and took off my reading glasses. “Sometimes I think you just use your pregnancy brain as an excuse to do whatever you want, Missy.”
“Never,” she drawled. “I would never do that, Shannon. Now rush through your paperwork, and haul your buns to Adams.” She hung up without another word, and I dropped my phone on the desk.
“Missy, Missy,” I muttered.
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. I didn’t have time to finish my paperwork and change. I needed to pick one, and I really wanted a shower.
Dammit.
I gathered my notes and shoved them into my bag. Thank goodness most everything was digital, and I could work on my notes once I got home.
My phone buzzed, and I was surprised to see a text from Missy.
Plan on spending the night. Bring pajamas. Slumber party.
I closed my eyes and couldn’t help but smile.
Could I really argue with a pregnant woman? Especially one as nice and sweet as Missy? Thank goodness the rest of my patients weren’t friends, or I would never have a minute to myself.
Fine, but I need to do some work at some point.
Whatever you want, doc.
I was going to need a little more time to pack a bag. I’ll be there around seven.
Fine. We’ll hold the weed lasagna for you.
Oh my god. Missy was insane. Thoughtful. See you later.
I grabbed my purse and finished packing my bag.
Maybe a girl’s night was just what I needed.
It felt like I was in a rut, and I didn’t know what to do to get out of it. I loved my job, and life was great, but sometimes I felt alone.
A night with Missy and Shelby was just what the doctor ordered.