I can't walk anymore.
Laying in the middle of the floor, my entire back is flat while my legs are up on the coffee table.
"Agh, come out already."
My stomach moved to the side when I heard a fart escape me, making me look around the room, seeing nobody. I let out a breath as I talked to my unborn son.
"You are as annoying as your dad, little Alpha."
Saying this, a tiny burp comes out, only to have me wanting a strawberry shake, and I groan.
It has been four months of only eating food with strawberries, milk, grapes with BBQ, and Caesar salad with mac and cheese.
Just thinking about all of this made me want to eat all of that with a gallon of Pepsi.
Moving my legs to move my entire body to my side, I hear the door open, and I move to get up when I hear Marcela shouting out of nowher
