“Does he know about that?” She tipped her head downward to my stomach. I gasped, looking at her in shock. “How did you know?” I asked, cupping my stomach. “Girl, you’ve not touched that.” Her eyes flickered to my glass. “And that’s a $300 bottle of French champagne. One of your favorites. Which I’ll not let go to waste.” She picked up the glass. “Your tits are even bigger than usual,” she added, gesturing to my chest with the glass. “And you’ve got the whole pregnancy glow going on. You haven’t been eating anything in the mornings, just nursing a cup of fucking tea like you’re an
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