(Tracey’s POV)
It took me two weeks before Lizzy finally cleared me completely from that fall. I’m still supposed to take things easy, but only because I’ve just entered my eighth month.
I’m so big. I now waddle when I walk, none of my clothes fit, and I can’t see my own feet! I’m so emotional that even I’m getting whiplash from my mood swings. Because of that, they're trying to avoid anything that might set me off, but that’s only adding to my overall moodiness because everyone's treating me with kid-gloves all the time.
Lucas has been great, though. He never complains or shows any sign of being frustrated. He’s been utterly perfect, in every way.
Like right now. He’s plating up our food, so I don’t have to walk around. He’s smiling and just chatting along about this woman he saw at
