Three in a bed

Lilly called them over on a whim. Her apartment felt familiar in all the right ways. The three of them sat on the couch, half-lost in the search for plans, when it hit her. This exact room. She stared at the floorboards like they might betray her. “I had my first girl here,” she said, voice small but certain. The silence that followed thickened. Alexa shifted, eyes bright, uncertain. The other Lilly crossed her legs slowly, a small smile opening like she already knew the next line. Air turned heavier. Something had already begun.