“Touché,” Meg says, raising her empty glass.

“This is so fun, you guys,” Jules says. “We need to do it more often.”

“We always say that,” Brynna says with a sigh. “But we’re all so busy with kids and crazy lives, it just rarely happens anymore.”

“We have to make it a priority,” Stacy insists. “These nights fill my cup and make me happy. You’re my tribe. I want to see you more often.”

“Stop making the pregnant girl cry,” Meg says, sniffling.

“I agree,” I announce, holding my glass up. “More nights with our tribe.”

“It’s a deal.”