Chapter 8
Andreas frowned down at himself, and the baggy waistband of his trousers.
Well, s**t.
He’d tried on every pair of his maternity trousers, and they were all hanging too loose. And part of him was glad he got to abandon the awful things—but the other part knew exactly what he’d look like if he put his tracksuit bottoms on.
Curvy.
Soft.
Feminine.
Before he’d got pregnant, Andreas had been a fitness freak. He’d run ten miles a day, every day. He’d gotten more flirting at the gym while bench-pressing than he ever got when he went out drinking. If every inch of Erik was soft, every inch of Andreas had been hard—because he didn’t have testosterone to help him tackle his dysphoria. A feminine face always stared back out of the mirror. Skinny jeans made him want to throw up if he c
