“Do they need anything from the store?” Sharon asked in a low voice. “The bassinet is working out okay? Do they need more diapers? Nipple balm?”

She was pretty sure Angel was well equipped after the shower, but she wanted to make sure. One of the nice things about having money was being able to make sure that the people she cared about were well provided for. Sharon liked to spoil her friends. Especially because these friends didn’t expect to be spoiled and frequently tried to dissuade her from doing so. It was kind of fun to be sneaky about it.

“They’ve got everything,” Leigh said, looking amused as she opened the fridge door so Sharon could put the food she’d brought in there. Not that there was a ton of room. Leigh smirked. “We could use some help eating some of the food.”

“Apparently. I already ate today, but maybe later.” That was, if she stayed long enough to get hungry. If they didn’t need her, she didn’t want to intrude.

“Come on.” Leigh headed toward the hallway, waving her hand over her shoulder. “What Angel says she really wants is social interaction.”

“Yes please!” Angel called from the front room, responding to Leigh’s statement. As Sharon got closer, she could hear the sound of the television as well. “I demand adult conversation so I don’t feel so much like my only purpose in life is as a milk machine.”

“But you’re so good at it,” Leigh said teasingly.

“See why I need someone else to talk to?” Angel joked as Sharon stepped into the room. “She’s so mean to me.”

Sitting in the cushy armchair by the unlit fireplace, Angel looked both tired and content with Melody in her arms. The tiny baby was completely oblivious to everything going on around her as she fed. Looking down at her, Angel smiled, and then yawned. Both she and Leigh were still dressed in pajamas - Sharon was assuming pajama pants for Angel. A throw blanket covered her lower half, but since Leigh was wearing pajama pants, it only made sense that Angel was too.

“What do you want to talk about?” Sharon asked, grinning as she sat down.

“What’s going on with you? I feel like when I’m awake I’ve been stuck either in this chair or on the couch ever since we brought Melody home. There must be something good going on. I need to live vicariously, woman.” Even as she spoke, she yawned again.

“Uh... not much really.” Sharon shrugged. “Same old, same old. Work, Stronghold, trying to figure out who I’m going to bring as a date to my cousin’s wedding.”

“I heard you were at Stronghold last night and Jake was a dick but ran out after you to apologize... and then never came back,” Leigh said, her tone innocent.