“This is dinner,” Felicity replied, patting her flat, toned stomach. “And breakfast. And a memory.”
"Remember the goal," Nikki whispered, grabbing a red cart with a squeaky wheel. "Maximum capacity. We aren't leaving until we find the absolute best fuel for the afternoon." Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -Part 1- Target
Felicity placed a hand on the top of her swollen belly, which was now warm and taut. She burped softly, then smiled. “Seven. We can do better.” “This is dinner,” Felicity replied, patting her flat,
The walk to the car was humiliating and glorious. Nikki held the shopping cart like a walker, her stomach protruding so far she couldn't see her feet. Felicity waddled beside her, groaning, unzipping her hoodie all the way to let her belly breathe. "Maximum capacity
She shifts in her seat. A small, involuntary urp escapes her lips.
"We hit the bakery first," Felicity instructed, pushing the cart with a glint in her eye. "Carbs hit the bloodstream faster. It relaxes the stomach muscles."