Temporary Secretary

Part 54

Ayo! April fools!

Yeah, it was an honest accident, due to the reasons stated before. Paul didn't tamper with the pills. (or did he??)

I just wanted to go into a neat little "what if" scenario, so I did put some effort, so it's not completely a wild unbelievable april fools gag. I love a "what if" scenario...

Regardless, this chapter isn't canon. I'll throw it up on the 1980s collection so it won't be lost forever. Whee hee.

I had to do it to them. (that is a meme reference)

The beginning may seem familiar, but it doesn't end the same!

14 July 1981

Tuesday 9:00pm

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At six months, your twenty-fourth week now.

You were rather thankful you had a while until it began to show much. But now, though it wasn't so large, there was certainly a curve, and couldn't just be passed off as "extra softness around the sides".

Your clothes were now beginning to not fit as well, some not fitting downright. The issue was, a lot of your dresses, as well as your skirts, cinched at the waist. You simply couldn't zip them up anymore. Your dresses too. Like it or not, your waistline had grown, and would continue to do so.

Paul had gotten a card in your name a while ago for necessities, groceries, household supplies, and the like. However, he'd made it clear you were welcome to use it for other things too, things you'd like to have.

For the most part, such items for you were books, yarn, little things that caught your eye. Though, it still felt odd using his money for such things.

Your mindset had always been that the money one made was their own, and to live off that was to be using someone else's money. Evidently, Paul didn't see it the same way.

That was the traditional mindset, and his original intention. He'd work, and you'd keep the home. Though it was his income, the money he made was for the both of you.

After all, within your mindset, if you weren't working, you would never have any money of your own, that you had the luxury to spend as you wished. That seemed rather a cruel predicament, with a lack of freedom on your part.

Though it wasn't much, however, it was true you did have your part time. But that wasn't near what he made. In truth, it was simply a security, to have savings of your own, to really have your own money, even if it was only so much. Even if he'd made his intentions to care for you and the child, you'd never wanted to be so dependent.

Regardless, the matter was that your clothing no longer fit. So you did concede, shopping for maternity.

You opted for the more concealing options. It wasn't so much, so empire waists, and flowy dresses did the trick.

You used to not wear bras if you didn't have to, now it was a necessity... not only had you grown above, but you were also too sensitive there to just have them against the various fabric. Embarrassing... at least you weren't lactating yet.

You were glad it was the summer. So many of the styles were loose, and drapey, and none would be the wiser. You would be larger in the winter, but then would come the overcoats, and the whole process should be a breeze.

Though not much of a hindrance in mobility, it was true you felt some self consciousness. You didn't want to draw that sort of attention.

You just felt awkward, or put on the spot. Judgement, maybe. You didn't exactly have a ring.