“Alice, what are you doing?”

“Ssh, keep it down Tina.  It’s for the article, Child Birthing Classes”

“You know you need a coach right?”

“Yes, I know Bette I’ve done my research too.  Shane’s meeting me here”

“Then what is Dana doing here, and why is she pregnant as well”

     Dana didn’t have quite the dramatic entrance, but what she lacked in theatrics she made up for in size.  She approached the trio with a stunned look as she sat down with more care than Alice as she finally remembered she was supposed to fake a pregnancy.

“Alice I thought I was supposed to be the pregnant one”

“No, you said you had to do your registration with Ton-Ton.  Shane didn’t want to be the pregnant one so I had to wear the belly.  Is that a throw pillow stuffed under your sweater?  You look like you’re about to give birth to a 13 inch television”

“Fuck you Al!  This is the last time I put my neck on the line for you”

“Um guys, I think your coach is here”

“Great, Shane can coach us both”

     Shane looked around the room and spotted her fake pregnant girlfriend.  She smiled and waved but the smile died as she noticed a fake pregnant Dana sitting next to Alice.  As she walked toward them, the seated group noticed as one of the real pregnant mothers got up from the floor and ran out the door in tears.  Her confused male companion holding her purse followed as Shane knelt between the 2 fake pregnant women.  Tina whispers to Bette.

“Even in a child birthing class”

“I know”

“Okay what’s going on guys?”

“Don’t ask, you’ll have to coach us both”

“Why can’t one of you just leave?”

“Well it’s my article, what’s your excuse Dana?”

“Tonya’s doing wedding invitations and I really don’t want to be there.  Let’s just do this okay”

     At that moment the girls hear a familiar British accent calling Alice’s name.  The flashy blinged out brunette walked toward them in her usual elitist swagger.

“Jesus Al, how many people did you ask to help you with this?”