Achievement Guide to Gavin Free

Chapter Forty-Seven . . . Friends

Chapter Forty-Seven . . .  Friends

Cat's POV

Do you know hard it was to paint your toes while pregnant? Really fucking hard, and I wasn't even that pregnant yet! I was just lazy.

I sighed against the couch and stared at my fugly looking toenails. I had the urge to scream, damn hormones.

I got up and went straight for the fridge. My eyes roamed, but nothing was popping up that would satisfy my craving.

I could really go for pizza.

I shut the fridge and went back to the living room where the sound of my phone ringing caught my attention.

"Hello?" I said as I picked it up.

"Hey love what are you doing?" Gavin's voice asked, you could tell that he was smiling.

"Well I just painted my nails, and now I'm starving." I groaned the last part.

"Well, I'm getting off work in about two minutes, you want to go to the Alamo, get some pizza, and catch a movie?" He offered.

"Who are you and what have you done with Gavin?" I asked over the phone as I started to go to our bedroom.

"Awe come on love, I feel like I haven't seen you lately." He whined.

"Well, we're on different schedules lately."

It was true, I was trying to get work done the best I could, but would end up sick and going home. Then I would have to make up more work that I missed while Gavin had a Podcast to do, and now they were trying to plan with Gavin and Michael ideas for Immersion.

"Please. I know that you're tired but I figure it would be fun."

I was tired, but bored too, and also craving pizza.

"Alright I'll get ready and meet you down there." I told him.

He made his Gavin squealing noise.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you too."

I hung up the phone and went straight to my closet.

What was I to wear?

I took a minute and went through all the clothes until I found a pair of ripped jeans and a nice red blouse. I figured I could look cute but still be comfortable.

I stripped myself from my clothes, leaving me in bra and panties.

I hummed a little song as I put on the pair of jeans, but once I got them on I couldn't get them zipped or buttoned.

"What?" I whispered.

I tried again, this time pulling harder, but it wasn't going.

I sighed and slid them off, maybe I shouldn't eat that much pizza tonight.

I pulled out another pair of jeans from the closet and did the same thing, and just as the same as the other pair they didn't fucking fit.

I through them down on the ground and huffed out a frustrated breath.

I stomped my way over to the full view mirror and gasped at the sight.

I was getting huge!

I turned to my side and looked from that view, and it was only worse.

I looked like a damn cow!

I felt tears burn my eyes and my breath came out in pants.

"Hey Cat are you up here!" The familiar voice of Allison called until she reached my room.