The Keeping Place (Book Six in the Witch Hunter Saga) by Nicole R. Taylor

Author:Nicole R. Taylor [Taylor, Nicole R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nicole R. Taylor

The next day dawned bright, and finally, Isobel woke with a calm mind.

Nye was nowhere to be seen, but she didn’t expect him to fawn over her twenty-four seven. He was probably off someplace working out a plan to kill Eleanor once and for all. Or at least she hoped he was.

Rubbing her hands over her belly, she stilled as she saw how fat she’d grown overnight. She kind of expected it, but her heart began to beat double time as her hands probed the hard bulge that used to be a very flat and trim waistline, gained by years of substandard meals while buried under a mound of books in the Oxford University library.

Sliding awkwardly out of bed, Isobel dragged her bloated body into the bathroom. Staring at herself in the mirror, her mouth fell open in panic. She looked a lot bigger than she felt. Turning to the side, she inspected her profile, and her throat tightened in alarm.

She was growing faster than she should, so why did she feel fine? Besides the odd bout of morning sickness, she hadn’t experienced any discomfort. Well, only when she looked down.

Peering into her eyes, she poked at the lack of dark circles under her eyes and didn’t know what to do. Shouldn’t there be something she ought to be doing? Didn’t pregnant woman take birthing classes, down special vitamins, and eat weird things? Shouldn’t she have heartburn and want to pee all the time? Something other than blowing up like a balloon should be happening.

Beginning to panic, she threw on a dressing gown and cursed when it wasn’t even big enough to cover her stomach. Leaving it open, she made do with one of Nye’s T-shirts underneath, which was stretched taught, and her usual pajama bottoms that she could only pull up half as far as usual. If she twisted the wrong way, it would be a comedy of errors.

She found Gabby in the study.

“Gabby,” she said as she waddled into the study. “I expanded again.”

The witch glanced up from her grimoire and the spell she was conjuring on the surface of the desk. She took one look at Isobel’s stomach, and her eyes widened.

“I’ll say,” she said, her spell forgotten. “Are you feeling okay?”

“That’s the thing. Other than a bit of puking, I’m fine. That’s not natural, right? Two days in and I’m like four months pregnant. Not that I know what it’s meant to look like. All I know is I’m probably going to pop in a couple of days. Days, Gabby! This shit is meant to take months, and now I’ve got hours to prepare myself for being a mother to a magical baby none of us knows a thing about.”

“Izzy, you need to calm down.”

“I can’t calm down! I’m going to squeeze a baby out of my vagina. A week ago, my biggest problem was worrying why Nye didn’t want to kiss me and now… Well, he kissed me all right!”

“Sit down before you fall over,” the witch said, practically dragging her to one of the armchairs by the fireplace.

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