I step into the elevator, holding my handbag and a few books.
The blue suit is elegant but the pants are a little too tight for me. I've really put on some weight thanks to this baby. Nice hips. Nice ass. Big t**s. I've read a lot of articles about women hating the changes their bodies go through during pregnancy but I think I love it. I love what this baby is doing to my body. I've never looked healthier and happier. Or maybe let's blame it on Damien who's always trying to stuff food in my mouth every chance he gets...
I push the thought of Damien away.
I step out of the elevator and wave at a few colleagues. I'm starting to get used to this place.
I push the glass door open and walk into my little office. I drop the bag and books on the desk and fall on the swivel. I take out a dish
