Willow pov
Stop sweating!!! Willow starts fanning herself as she checks the time again. Crap. Ten minutes until Tate gets here. She slathers on more deodorant and waves her arms about like a chicken. Willow hasn’t been on a date in over five years. She is so nervous, not to mention ginormous. Willow thinks back to her Christmas evening laying in bed with Tate. That was just magical, but there was nothing more than just kissing. She wasn’t ready and honestly being this pregnant didn’t feel right. Even if the man acted more like the baby's father than her actual father. Tate showed up the next day with another present that he accidentally left behind and it was a pink giraffe outfit. It was so cute she actually cried. That is when he asked her out on a date Saturday night.
So here she was
