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."

"Baby, you tried on one dress. There're many others. Try another one."

"No. If this one can't fit, then the others wouldn't fit either. I'll just end up disappointing myself."

"Well what do you want to do?"

"Lets stay in for dinner. Tell the chef to make my favorite."

"Emma, remember what the doctor said, you have to start eating healthy."

"Arrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh!!"

"Don't even start. I'll have the chef make something nutritious; and you're going to eat every bit of it."

"Fine!"

After an hour Ethan and I were sitting in the dinning room. The chef presented the meals then went back to the kitchen. I couldn't believe what was on my plate. The food looked like green slime. The look on my face when it slipped through the fork. Eww.copy right hot novel pub