"Wear it," I demanded, holding it out in front of his face. My stomach had grown quickly within the past two weeks and it was frustrating. I couldn't pick up anything off the floor. The first time I dropped a spoon and tried to get it off the floor, but couldn't. Xander laughed at me and when I finally did get the spoon I chucked it at him. It didn't have any effect on him though.
It was especially difficult to stop eating.
Xander shoved it away. "I am not wearing a ten pound pillow on my stomach for today. That's your job," he said, sounding disgusted. My poor emotional mind took that as an insult. I growled and he held his hands up in a pleading gesture.
"Yeah, you'd better be scared of me. I am a sexy ass woman that's going to have a pup and right now my emotions are running wild, so
