~Imogene~
All of these people coming up and greeting us is already getting tedious. I wish I could be done with this party already, but I have to play the part. I remember to keep a hand on my stomach as if protecting my precious package. I never thought I’d be in a room filled with mutts, but sometimes we can find a lot in the most unlikely places.
I noticed the doctor as soon as we walked over, then I got bombarded with well-wishers. I’m surprised that she showed her face at this party. I can’t tell if she’s brave for that or pathetic. Either way, I know it kills her to watch me with Paul, which gives me some satisfaction.
I swear if one more person tried to touch my stomach, I’m going to scream. So many of these women keep putting their hands on my stomach to congratulate us on our
