Tessa sighed as she pulled the ill-fitting dress over her head. “Whoever designs maternity dresses needs to really understand that putting month sizes on the tags is incredibly misleading. I know it’s twins, but I am not a whale. Something designed for someone nine months pregnant with one baby, should fit me when I’m five months with twins,” she said before picking up the last one. “If this one doesn’t fit, I’m wearing pajama jeans and no one is going to make fun of me for it,” she warned him before sliding it over her head and sighing in relief when it at least fit her boobs.
She held it in place as she walked out of the closet to him. “I think it’ll zip. We’ll see,” she told him, turning her back to him so he could zip it up. “I already put the gel cushions in my heels. I’m good to go,” she smirked. She felt like she hadn’t been out in so long. It was just work, couch, and back again and she was feeling quite excited about the party.