" Aurora,” Mom sharpened her tone, “I thought you were having dinner. Why are you in the parking lot?”
A new voice on the phone snorted, “Parking, obviously... Sorry. This pregnancy is frying my motherboard. And speaking of babies—”
Here it comes.
“—that’s what parking with your boyfriend leads to, Aurora. Save yourself the agony. My bladder will never be the same.
“I’m not parking with my boyfriend!” I screeched. "

― A. Kirk , Drop Dead Demons (Divinicus Nex Chronicles, #2)