“No, I’m not pregnant,” Brielle said as she took her seat next to me. “It must’ve been from drinking last night. You know I don’t drink much.” “It would be nice if my baby girl had a baby, though,” Linda said. “One of my children has to give me some grandchildren before I get too old to care for them.” I hated when they started talking about having babies and shit. It was an uncomfortable conversation because at one point, Draya was pregnant. But no one knew because I didn’t want Brielle to find out that we were still fucking around.