Nevara
Yesterday, Elena had managed to find one dress in my wardrobe that fit comfortably over my stomach.
Today, we had not been so fortunate.
I stood in front of the mirror while she tried to fasten the third dress we had pulled from the wardrobe. The fabric met easily above my stomach, but the lower buttons remained separated by several inches.
“This is becoming insulting.”
Elena hid a smile as she reached for another dress. “Your wardrobe?”
“My own body.”
Thoren stood near the foot of the bed with his arms folded. “Your body is growing our son.”
“My body is staging a rebellion.”
Elena abandoned the dress with a sympathetic sigh. “I’ll find something with enough room to survive the afternoon.”
She gathered the rejected dresses and disappeared out the door, leaving Thoren and m
