"Be honest, do I look pretty?"
I have this important meeting today at the office so I'm hoping my pregnancy won't be the spotlight. My work should be, as always. I sometimes hate how I get special treatment just because I'm pregnant, or the fact this is my first baby after ten years. I'm not fragile, I'm just pregnant.
I mean, yeah, thank you for being sensitive. But I can work just fine. Stop asking me to go home when it's only 4. I'm capable to stay until late evening, just as I've been doing every Monday and Tuesday for the past seven months.
"You want me to be honest or to tell you pretty?"
I can't believe he had the audacity to joke like that when I'm all serious this morning.
He grins perhaps finally catching the invisible daggers I'm throwing through my eyes, "Of course you loo
