His eyes go wide as he sets his hand on my stomach. “Really? What did it feel like?”
“Like little flutters.”
“Good flutters?” He asks.
I set my hand on top of his. “Very good.”
“I can’t wait until I can feel it too.”
“Let’s not rush it,” I tease.
“You got it, gorgeous. Are you ready to go home?”
“Whenever you are. But when we do, I’m going to ride you so hard.” I whisper the last part.
“Oh, yeah. It’s time to go.”
thirty-two
I’ll Take It
Leah
Three weeks later…
17 weeks pregnant.
“Hot momma! Look how big those things have gotten!” Amy cries as I take off my shirt in the fitting room.
I look down at the girls which have more than doubled in size. They’re spilling out the top of my bra. “Yeah, I finally got the boob job I wanted—only this one is temporary and will cost me way more money in the long run.”
“I’d kill for a rack like that.”
“Oh, shut up,” I tell her. “You’ve always had big boobs.”
She still stares. “Not that big.”
“Quit leering at me. Wait, is this what you feel like all the time when men stare at you?”
“Yeah, kind of.”
I smile. “I kind of like it. Is that weird?”
“Yeah, but you’re weird anyways.” She laughs. “What does Dylan think of those big ol’ moon balloons?”
“He likes them. But he liked them when they were small too. He’s an equal opportunity boob man.” I pull on the long sleeve shirt I’m trying on.
“You could wear a burlap sack, and that man would still think the sun shined out of your ass.”
“Oh, that’s not true.” When I see the death stare she’s giving me, I add, “Okay, well, maybe.”
“How did you manage to get knocked up by the one decent guy you’ve ever been with?”
“I think it was the universe giving me a break for once, but still knocking me up as a sick little joke.”
I change my shirt once again. The whole point of this trip was to shop for maternity clothes since nothing I usually wear fits me anymore. Not only have my boobs and belly grown, but my hips and ass have gotten wider too. At least I’m not as oddly shaped anymore. I’m just big all over the place now.
This is the second store we’ve gone into, and all I’ve gotten is some leggings, sweatpants, and a couple long sleeve shirts. Really, all I want for the next few months is to be comfortable.