About half an hour later, Holly Winslow met up with Anna Willow. The moment they saw each other, Anna reached out and patted Holly's belly, which had gotten a little chubby lately.
"Holly, with a belly like that, I wouldn't believe you if you told me you weren't pregnant."
She added with a grin, "Hey, goddaughter, call me Auntie. Auntie will buy you pretty floral dresses."
Holly was exasperated. She slapped the back of Anna's hand and shot her a glare. "What goddaughter? How about I go steal one for you?"
Anna couldn't hold back her laughter. "I'm fine with a stolen one, but they have to be as pretty as you and as handsome as your dashing husband."
Holly couldn't picture a daughter who looked like both her and Mortimer. "I can't imagine it."
"You'll know once you have one."
