Time Warp: Complaints (Jen)
Aug 21, 2015 20:17:42 GMT -5
Post by Fleur Seomoon on Aug 21, 2015 20:17:42 GMT -5
March 2017
"It's like I have to re-size or buy new clothing every day," Fleur complained, fixing the skirt of her dress in the full-length mirror of her spacey walk-in closet. At seven months pregnant, she was expected to be sporting a pretty round belly by this point, but it seemed that she was one of those lucky women that grew a bit larger, more quickly, than the typical mother-to-be. Others might call it karma due to her vanity; she just thought it was a damn nuisance and didn't even want to think about the stretch marks she'd have to deal with afterwards. Not to mention it was heavy and even her boobs were bigger, which contributed to the aching back that limited her ability to wear the heels she was so used to before her honeymoon with Gryphon...
She sighed. Just two more months. Two more months, and she would be free. It wasn't like Fleur was planning on doing much mothering other than what was necessary; that would hinder her working life, and she couldn't have that. She was all for hiring a nanny, but someone hated that idea. Gryph wanted to raise the kid himself.
The young woman sighed and turned around, cupping her hands under the heavy weight. "I'm so tired of looking fat," she whined to Jen. "Nothing looks cute on me anymore. Holding my posture straight is like torture." And what the hell was pregnancy glow? Fleur just felt like a lumpy, sweaty whale that had to pee all the time.
She looked at Jen's slender waist and elegant legs enviously. "Was I ever as pretty as you?" she pouted.
She sighed. Just two more months. Two more months, and she would be free. It wasn't like Fleur was planning on doing much mothering other than what was necessary; that would hinder her working life, and she couldn't have that. She was all for hiring a nanny, but someone hated that idea. Gryph wanted to raise the kid himself.
The young woman sighed and turned around, cupping her hands under the heavy weight. "I'm so tired of looking fat," she whined to Jen. "Nothing looks cute on me anymore. Holding my posture straight is like torture." And what the hell was pregnancy glow? Fleur just felt like a lumpy, sweaty whale that had to pee all the time.
She looked at Jen's slender waist and elegant legs enviously. "Was I ever as pretty as you?" she pouted.
