Capítulo 758: Chapter 758: Bursting At The Seams

Book Twenty: The Last Call

I couldn't see my feet. Who was I kidding? Knees, either. Thing was, it was probably for the best.

Considering I'd blown up to the approximate size of a zeppelin on steroids with a healthy dose of hippopotamus thrown in for good measure, I felt certain I wouldn't recognize my own feet even if I could lay eyes on them.

Grunt.

Everything was an effort. Walking. Standing. Talking. Breathing.

And if I had to pee one more freaking time, I was going to choke someone.

Lula Kennecott's smiling face appeared over the ginormous mound of my belly, her healing magic retreating as she folded down the hem of the only dress I had left that fit me-affectionately referred to as "the pup tent"-and gently patted the nugget making my life miserable.