Okay, I was so done being pregnant. I couldn't see even the tips of my freaking toes anymore! And I didn't feel like a Cadillac Escalade anymore, I feel like a freaking Jeep Rubicon. But I still have to wait for about two more weeks for this little baby to be in my arms.
Despite with me being ugly (I thought so), my pregnant glow was long gone, Dylan was still by my side surprisingly. He was at our house every goddamned day, or I and Jill was in his, just because of the pool. We chilled down, but there were times that I gave him a silent treatment whenever my mood was on the edge, every time I did that, I could see him tick his jaw and closed his eyes, obviously praying for some patience.
Apparently, his project to woo me swayed me a bit. Who could blame me? Hating someone everyday just
