TERESA'S P.O.V.
The next morning started off like any other, but there was a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn't shake. As soon as I opened my eyes, I sensed something was… off. And then, as I got out of bed, it hit me: everything felt tighter. My pajamas clung a little too snugly, and as I shuffled around my small room, my feet complained loudly as they touched the floor.
I took a deep breath and willed myself to get dressed. Pulling on my jeans felt like wrestling with The Rock, and I winced as I tried to fasten the button. "It's just the wash," I muttered to myself, blaming the laundry instead of the rapidly growing baby bump that had started to make itself painfully known. Then I slipped into my shoes, and—ouch! The leather pinched at my toes like it had shrunk overnight.