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“What does it look like?” I snap “I’ to put my shorts on and they don’t fit”

“Don’t you have others to wear?”

I sit up and look to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor “These were my last hope”

“Well, shit”

I raise a brow

“I’ll put a quarter in the swear jar,” he pro you can wear?”

“I probably have a loose dress that’ll work, but I wanted to wear shorts—and they’re all too so get soulp “Maternity clothes,” I hiss, like it’s so dirty

He shakes his head “Well, you go shopping I have to go to practice”

“Right, I love you”

He closes the few feet between us and kisses me “I love you too, I’ll see you later for your doctor appointment I’ll let Prue out before I leave”

“You don’t have to go,” I call after him, because I want him to know it’s okay with ations

“Not a chance, sweetheart,” he yells back and I shake my head

I hear hile

I hop up fro shorts, breathing out in relief once they’re off My waist is thanking me for the sudden return of blood flow

I scour my closet and finally find a loose pale pink cotton dress I slip on a pair of silver ballet flats