#Chapter332
/"I know I sound crazy, and everything that’s happened, I know I am making you upset, but there are things I can’t help seeing… Like these./" He motions at my breasts and I have to admit, the last couple weeks I had to up a bra size because they felt firmer, but it means nothing. I gained weight from sitting around sewing for two weeks and eating take out. I was already gaining weight in Paris. It means nothing.
/"I have bigger boobs, therefore I’m pregnant!/" I snap drily, wiping my tears, but he looks agitated.
/"Do you want the list, because I have one, Sophs. I notice these things and tried to tell myself they were because you were recovering, but …/"
I shake my head at him and throw my hands up as if to say ‘Go, be more insane if you really have to’ completely blown away that we are actually arguing about this today of all days. I hate alcohol, I should have known it would sweep in and ruin this.
