This Can't Be Real

Chapter 14

I'm feeling nervous for tonight's dinner. So nervous in fact, that I've actually changed my outfit three times since coming out the shower, and now I've enrolled Jess into helping me decide on what to wear.

There's a total of four other outfits laid out on my bed and I can't choose which one to go for. They're each different from the last and I my head is starting to spin with trying to decide on which one to go for.

"Jess, with the rate we're going, I'm going to be going to tonight's dinner in my pyjamas."

Jess scoffs and stands up straight once she's finished adding the final touches to one of the outfits. "You'll be happy I did all of this by the end of the night. Trust me."

I look down at the outfits and sigh loudly.

"I think we can rule the dress and skirt options out because Joe said we were staying in," I tell her.

"Hmm, I guess you're right." I watch on as Jess reaches out and picks the dress and skirt outfits off the bed and just dumps them on the floor by the bed. "Sorted."

"Great. Now I have the pleasure of putting all of that back in their rightful places when I come home tonight."

"Stop moaning." She picks up the first outfit which consists of black jeans and a black layered sleeveless top. "Go. I'll be waiting right here."

I nod and walk off to the bathroom to get changed into the first outfit.

Five minutes later, I walk back into my bedroom and dump my pyjamas down onto the top of my bed.

"Jess, the answer is yes for the jeans, but it's a no for the top."

"Thought you'd say that," she says while turning to pick up the top from the second outfit. She hands it to me and I accept it. "This one will go with the jeans, then I think we're on to a winner then."

"You know, I did have black jeans picked out before now but I didn't like them." I walk into the bathroom and leave the door opened just a little bit so I can hear Jess reply to me.

"Yeah, but those were high street jeans. The ones you have on are designer."

I look down at the jeans I'm wearing. Why didn't I notice these were designer? They just seem like my normal high street jeans that cost ten times less than what the designer ones do. I bet anything that the pair I've got on right now cost way over the two-hundred pound mark.

"Why are you putting me in designer clothes?" I ask. I pull the black top off and slip on the tight-fitted white vest top, followed closely by the loose-fitted white top.

"Because you're technically a WAG and as this is a date you're going on, you have to dress to the nines for it."

"But it's only going to be in a house. It's not like we're going out like yesterday afternoon." I pick the black top up from the floor and carry it back into the bedroom. "No one's going to see me, so it really doesn't matter."

"Leigh, it does matter." Jess takes the black top from my hands and places it in the pile of clothes she had previously put on the floor. "You need to get used to wearing clothes like this."

"Not if I can't fit in them when I'm pregnant and can't afford them."

"Why do you think I put you in the loose top? No one will be able to see your bump unless it's windy."

She turns her back to me and I immediately look down at my stomach. I pull the loose top up and examine my stomach closely.

Do I have a bump? I thought you didn't start to show until you were a little more along in pregnancy. I can't have a bump already at ten weeks.