Lately she and Ellie had gotten in the habit of trying to outdo each other with ridiculous names for their vaginas. It had all started when Ellie had admitted she hated the word ‘vagina’ and was wondering what everyone else called it. Of course, Sharon had had the best names, but then Ellie started coming up with fun ones too. Now it was a game.

Whoever laughed first, lost.

“Your hot pocket needs its filling.”

“The penis fly trap wants feeding.”

“Your furry furnace needs wood.”

Sharon cracked up and Ellie fell into a fit of giggles. “Furry furnace? Seriously? That’s just… I don’t even know how to respond to that one.”

“I saw it online,” Ellie admitted between giggles. “Some author named CoraLee June used it, and I couldn’t get it out of my head.”

“It’s a good one.” Sharon gave her a high-five. “Damn. I’ll have to up my game.”

Drawn in by the laughter, Angel and Hilary drifted over to find out what was going on. For once, Angel did not have her usual boob attachment. Melody was now three and a half months old and everyone was taking turns holding her and cooing over her. Of course, if she started to get fussy or stinky they handed her right back, but right now she was being held by an extremely competent Luke. The best part was the expression on Olivia’s face as she watched her boyfriend handle the tiny baby like a pro, whereas Olivia seemed almost afraid to even touch her.

“So, how’s everybody doing?” Angel asked, grinning broadly. She was looking more like her normal self today, including a t-shirt with a Shamrock that said, “Kiss Me, I’m Irish.”

“Good,” Sharon said, raising her eyebrows as she gestured at the shirt. “You’re Irish, huh?”

Both of Angel’s parents were half-Asian and her slightly tilted almond eyes and nose gave away her descent. She was also half-white, but Sharon hadn’t heard her saying anything about Irish heritage before.

Glancing down at the writing over her boobs, Angel grinned, her amber eyes lighting up. “Well, a small part of me is Irish.” She leered at Sharon. “Wanna guess which part?”

They all cracked up.

“You’ve been waiting the whole party for someone to say something to you about it, haven’t you?” asked Ellie through her giggles.

“I thought Adam would, but he just sighed and shook his head,” Angel admitted.

“Wait, he didn’t even kiss you?” Hilary looked affronted.

“Oh, he did that too, just not the part of me I was hoping to get him to kiss.”

That confession led to another bout of laughter, and when Sharon got herself under control again, she looked over to see that Jake’s eyes were on her. Hot. Interested. Probably wondering what they were all laughing about.