Lottie POV:
I started gathering clothes, separating clean from dirty. As I moved around the room, I couldn't help but notice how things had changed. Knox's shirt, which I slipped on, used to fit me like a tent. Now, it stretched snugly over my belly, barely reaching mid-thigh. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and paused. The fabric clung in all the wrong places, emphasising how much my body had changed.
"Ugh, I look like a stuffed sausage," I muttered, tugging at the hem. Sage's anger flared within me, and I knew I was in for a royal telling off.
"Stop that," Sage scolded gently. "You're carrying life. You're beautiful."
"I just feel... big." I sighed, wondering how Knox could even get it up last night looking at me like this.
"You're growing our pups. Wear it with pride.”
