#Chapter50

“Throw them big ole things on up here, Sweet Girl.”

A whiny whimper came from Imara’s lips as she rested her feet on Sofia’s lap. “I’m enormous. My feet are so swollen. Well, I think they are; I haven’t seen them for months.”

The chunky redhead kneaded deep into the arch of her foot, making Imara roll her eyes up to the ceiling and moan like it was her wedding night. “It won’t be much longer, Imara. That moon was awfully bright in the sky last night; it should be any day now. So, have you picked out a name yet?”

As the cook’s calloused hands scratched her foot,...