I step out of the shower to find my mate dressed in jeans and a long sleeved shirt with… boots?
“Really?!” I exclaim.
“Yeah,” he says with a laugh. “You need to eat breakfast first, though.”
“I will,” I beam at him and dry off. I put on my one pair of maternity jeans that still fits and grab one of Seth’s t-shirts, knowing my own won’t fit over my belly.
After drying my hair, I sit on the bed and try to bend down, but Seth beats me to it. I’m sure he knows I can’t reach my own feet at this point. Gently, he helps me get my socks and hiking boots on and tosses one of his sweatshirts to me, knowing that my own jackets wont fit over these pups, either.
“Ready?!” I ask with a bright smile, grabbing a knit hat and waddling to the door.
Seth laughs, but he doesn’t say a word as he
