(from the pov of view of Iggy)
You a rose from your hemp fiber bathtub. Your body glowd in the moonlight shining in through the glass ceiling.
"Minion....bring me my body butter!" you chanted in Swahili, and one of the minions you had conjured up came running over with a bleu vile
You checked yourself out in the mirror. You were wearing nothing. You rubbed the body butter over your bobbies and your ass
You removed your navy silk robe, and began to rub the body butter over your big belly.
You were pregnant.
A single tear ran down from your eye, leaving a line over your pregnant belly all the way down to the ground.
You reached for your stomach trainer and put it on so you could conceal your pregnancy belly. Nobody could know of your pregnancy, and absolutely nobody could know who the father was....
