Making Babies With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance) by J A Fielding

Author:J A Fielding [Fielding, J A]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-07-31T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Natasha pulled a t-shirt over her head and sighed. She was well into her second trimester and she could not conceal her baby bump anymore. She could no longer put on the beautiful pencil skirts and mini-dresses she loved so much. Strutting in heels was also a major no-no. Her wardrobe had been reduced to oversized t-shirts, slacks and sandals.

Estelle looked at her as she walked into the living room and smiled. She thought Natasha looked like a cute kid overfed on chocolate cake, especially now that she was showing. Mitchell had to run off to England on an urgent meeting and Rita had clients from Prague coming in every day that week. Getting away for even a second was close to a nightmare and Stacy…well, Natasha’s shoes, though dainty, were not easy to fit into. With all her cravings and morning sickness, Estelle had thought it best for her granddaughter to stay with her till her husband came back and it was not an easy fight either. She took the breakfast tray she had prepared earlier and walked to the dining room.

“You know I never let people eat in there,” Estelle said to Natasha who was just about to take a seat in the living room. Natasha groaned.

“Why can’t I have it in here for once? For the baby?” she asked, looking at Estelle who was now walking towards her. Estelle smiled and took her hand before slowly walking her to the dining room.

“Not even for the baby, honey. Rules are still rules,” Estelle said. “Even though I am about to get a great grandbaby!” she added excitedly. Natasha looked at the beaming smile playing across her grandmother’s face and smiled. “So, don’t you think it’s about time we got you some maternity clothes?” Estelle asked looking at the t-shirt.

“Why, Nan? Are you trying to tell me I look fat?” Natasha asked taking a large bite of her pancakes. “God this is like heaven on maple syrup,” she said closing her eyes, savoring every bite.

“Well, honey, you know I always tell you the truth, so yes. You cannot wear the clothes you are used to. They make you look….weird,” Estelle said looking into her eyes. Natasha shrugged.

“I love my clothes, Nan. I am not about to trade them in to look like a pillow case,” Natasha said as she took another bite. Estelle smiled.

“I didn’t want to say anything but, have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?” she asked. Natasha looked down at her clothes.

“What’s wrong with what I have on?” she asked. “I know it’s a bit big but, hey, it serves the purpose,” she added as she poured more maple syrup on her pancakes. Estelle sighed.

“For starters, you have on your father’s old and stretched out t-shirt and a pair of gym pants,” Estelle said. Natasha took another bite and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Ouch!” she yelled as her fingers got caught up in her tangled strands.

“Plus, you need to brush your hair when you sleep.

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