Icing on the Cake

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“OH MY GOD!” I squealed, excited. “CONGRADULATIONS!”

“Thank you!” Ren said back.

“When’s your due date?” I asked.

“March 24!” She said back.

After we had dinner and they left, I got a text form Ren. She was asking me if I wanted to go maternity clothes shopping with her the next day.

I agreed, that sounded like fun.

The next morning, Ren and I met at the mall and we were looking for clothes in a Maternity clothes store.

“Sorry not sorry,” I said, “But nothing here is cute.”

“God I know.” Ren said back.

“Let’s try going to Forever 21 and see if we can find some bigger sizes.” I suggested. “The fit may be awkward but at least it’ll be cute.”

Ren agreed, and we shopped some more. After finding a few cute outfits, we decided to get pedicures. (I’m addicted to those.)

“I have to tell you something.” Ren said.

“Okay.” I said back.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” Ren asked back.

“Promise.”

“I’m terrified.”

Notes

RANT TIME! (Continue reading if you want to hear my rant.)

So my college had us fill out this survey about college students and voting and they asked me if I voted this year and I said yes. They asked me if I voted for Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump and I said Hillary Clinton. (I fucking love her and hate him. Terrifyingly, he won.) Then they asked us all these factual questions to see how much we know about the government. They asked if we know who John Kerry is. So many people had no clue and I was like, bitches, he's the secretary of state, you know, like hillary clinton was until she ran for president holy fuck she should've won (well she got the most votes) I'm sorry I'm still salty about this.