I sigh. I really dislike it when she brings up my family’s money—it’s embarrassing and tacky. “Shelley…”

“Abby doesn’t want me to tell you which company,” she says. “But I’ll give you a hint. You may have a product from this company in your purse right now.”

“Shelley…”

“Here’s another hint. It’s not an orange…”

“Shelley!”

Shelley laughs. “Don’t worry, Abby, I won’t blab your secret.” She grins at Monica. “But anyway, she’s got a big trust fund, so she doesn’t have to worry about the cost of diapers, believe me.”

She isn’t entirely wrong. I do have a small trust fund that’s gotten me through some tough times. But it’s not infinite money. I’m well-off, but not rich. That said, the cost of diapers is definitely not something I need to stress over.

Monica wanders off to grab a sandwich, but Shelley lingers by my side. She’s got an unreadable expression on her face. I’ve known Shelley ten years, since the two of us were both lowly assistants ourselves, but I still have trouble knowing what she’s thinking. “You getting nervous, Abby?” she asks me.

I give her a look. “What are you talking about? I nailed the Cuddles pitch.”

“That’s not what I mean. Are you nervous about the B-A-B-Y?”

I shake my head. “No. We’ll be fine.”

“How about Sam? How’s he holding up?”

I can’t suppress a grin. “He’s really excited. It’s adorable. He spent all of yesterday putting together the crib.”

“Oh right, I forgot—Sam’s perfect.”

“He’s not perfect…”

“Yes, he is.” Shelley takes a swig from her baby bottle. What is in those things? “He takes out the garbage, he cleans, he does laundry… he presumably changes the toilet paper roll more than once per millennium. He even cooks now…”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” I say. In the last few months, buoyed by the excitement of the new baby coming, Sam decided he was going to learn how to cook. The results have been mixed. No, that’s kind. He’s horrible at it. You would think that just by following a recipe, he could achieve some level of competence, but no.

“Well, so what if he can’t cook?” she says. “Most importantly, he’s still desperately in love with you even though you’ve been married forever. And best of all, he’s still really hot. He hasn’t lost even one hair on his head, while Rick is practically bald.”

I almost laugh at the expression on my best friend’s face. “Rick isn’t bald.”

“No, I said he’s practically bald. Bald would be better! Instead, he’s pathetically clinging to those last few strands.” Her jaw tightens. “One day, I swear I’ll shave him in his sleep.”