38 Christmas Party

"Laura you fat hooker!" I say as I waddle. "Wait for me!" I can hear her laughing as she turns to face me, her large tummy draped in shimmering emerald green.

She eyes me with a raised brow. "If you start getting contractions from all your swaying and squawking, Apollo will be very upset."

I wave my hand. "Pish-posh."

Yes, we both are eight months pregnant, and no it was not planned. Though, I am two weeks in head of her. Which is why I almost didn't make it to the Fairy Godmother Christmas party. We just arrived and the men went to see about hanging up our cloaks.

I am wearing a deep scarlet gown with glittering diamonds under my bust-line. It's a stunning piece that Apollo had surprised me with. My raven hair is piled high on my head with glittering pins. "Hold on," I pause, out of breath and smile at passing people in reindeer hats. "Okay, we can go now."

"Wow this place is massive," she says in awe. "And so festive."