“Let me guess, Malachi texted you to inform you that he’s going home late, and you didn’t want to ruin it for him--- because it’s boy’s night out. And he’s not going to be home until morning to freshen up and leave for work. Yay.”
A lump in my throat started to form. Z has no filter but I am not offended because she’s right. However, I have to defend my mate with a chuckle. “W-what? No…the boys had a rough week, that's all.”
Z shoved the massive ice cream cup in my face. I’m not sure I want it anymore.
“Eat it, I came all the way for that.” My best friend’s brows raised. A surefire way to tell that she’s not going to back down on this one. “You don’t even want to go the doctor. At least, text your OB so my mind is at ease.”
“Fine,” I rolled my eyes, but I was really grateful for Zoey.
I picked up my phone from the countertop and did what I was told and smiled when my wonderful OB replied that it was fine as long as it didn’t happen again in the next few hours and I should get some rest.