Amy had been haunted by that message all day. Even when she went home that night, she could not help ponder over those three words. It could only mean one thing: they were ready or close to being ready. Was she too late? With The King openly backing them up, they probably felt invincible. Her actions, would they make a difference? Did it mean she was being careless especially with the baby on the way?
She sighed as she rubbed her growing currently small belly. Her phone chimed and she automatically smiled when she saw Zach's message.
Ahismine@***.com: I'm ready for you.
She secured a connection with his phone. "What do you mean by you're ready for me? We're not doing anything."
"So I should only say that when we're about to do SOMETHING", he countered in a suggestive tone.
"Zachery", she warned him.
"Fine", he grumbled. "How's your friend doing?"
"She's getting there. One day at a time", Amy responded.
