Honor
I thanked God that I haven’t gained any weight yet with my pregnancy. At three and a half months pregnant, I wasn’t even showing yet. Unlike CeeCee. She already had a small bump that she was showing off in the Maid of Honor dress she was wearing.
“I can’t believe you aren’t showing,” CeeCee pouted.
“It’s a good thing I’m not, I’d have to get this dress altered, and I did not want to do that.”
“You’re lucky your baby is sitting far back in you. Not like my lump here.”
I laughed. “Stop it. You know damn well you’re ecstatic to be showing off your tiny bump.”
She smiled and rubbed her belly. “You’re right.”
She was in a long, black, floor-length, satin gown. It was a halter style with an open back. I let my bridal party pick their dresses just as long as they were black. I look
