Feeling jovial from the meal, Emily decided that telling Amy wouldn’t be such a bad idea. She wiggled her eyebrows at Chantelle.
“I think you can let Amy know about your secret,” she said, grinning.
Daniel touched Emily’s hand over the table. “You sure?” he queried.
Emily nodded. Amy looked from one to the other, her eyes squinting suspiciously.
“Tell me right now,” she demanded. “The anticipation is killing me!”
Chantelle looked like a balloon about to pop with excitement. She gave Daniel and Emily each one last glance for confirmation that she was really allowed to spill the news. When they both nodded, she looked back at Amy, bounced up and down in her seat and squeezed her hands together.
“Mommy’s pregnant!” she cried.
Then she instantly clapped her hands over her mouth and looked around to make sure no one else had overheard her exclamation.
Amy’s face transformed into an expression of euphoria. “You are? Oh my God! Em!” Then she burst out crying.
Emily was surprised. Amy wasn’t one to cry readily. The sight of her so emotional like that made Emily well up as well.
“Don’t! You’re setting off my hormones again,” she exclaimed.
Amy leapt up from her seat and ran around to Emily, grabbing her in an embrace.
“I’m so happy for you!” she cried.
The two friends hugged tightly. In her peripheral vision, Emily noticed Harry congratulating Daniel with a handshake.
Amy let go and finally composed herself, wiping her tears away. Then she hugged Daniel too.
“Congratulations,” she said. Finally, she sat back down and squeezed Chantelle around the shoulders. “You’re going to be a big sister, huh?”
Chantelle nodded vigorously. “Not until December though, which is forever to wait.”
Amy quickly counted back on her fingers. “December? When did you conceive?”
Emily flushed red. “Not a topic for the dinner table, Ames,” she said.
Amy’s eyes widened and she mouthed, “Honeymoon?”
Emily nodded and turned her gaze down.
“What are you saying?” Chantelle asked, looking between the two women. She looked at Daniel. “Daddy, what are they whispering about?”
Daniel laughed. “Nothing, sweetie. We’ll tell you another time. When you’re a little older.”
Chantelle folded her arms and pouted. Everyone laughed.
“Oh, Em,” Amy gushed. “My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Will you let me take you shopping to get a gift for the baby?”