Emma's POV
"Emma you're not getting fat." Ethan groaned for the millionth time.
"Yes I am. I'm huge. Look at this. This dress can't even pass my chest anymore!"
"Emma, you're having twins. Of course you'll gain some weight, but baby you're not fat yet."
"Yet?!" I cried out.?
My baby bump was now visible and I couldn't fit into my favorite black dress. Ethan was taking me out to dinner but I was throwing a tantrum because of what felt like sudden, rapid weight gain.
"Well why don't we just stay in and eat? Have the chef prepare us something special?"
"You don't wanna been seen with a cow in public?"
"Emma, stop it. You're not a cow, baby. You're beautiful."
"You're only saying that because I'm your fiancee. I feel ugly."
"Would you stop. You're not ugly."
"Yes I am. You don't even want us to go out."
"Emma, fine. Try on another dress and we'll go out."
"For everyone to laugh at me with my huge tummy. I can't even fit into my dresses."