Zoe’s POV
Whilst I could hide the pregnancy in the first trimester, each week that passed after that saw it continue to grow and grow until there wasn’t a shirt or dress baggy enough to hide the bump. Thankfully all the people in New York who needed to know already did, and everyone else’s comments didn’t matter. At work though, people did start treating me a little differently. I was no longer allowed to change the kegs or pack away deliveries in the storeroom, nor was I allowed to carry the cases of alcohol to the bar to restock our supplies. This wasn’t just the bar staff that worked for me, even the bouncers and wait staff jumped in whenever they saw me doing something I shouldn’t be doing, and I had a sneaking suspicion that Max had had a little meeting with the staff one day when I
