Nina didn't come home one night.
The next morning, as I sat down to eat breakfast, she walked through the door looking a mess, belly bulging further than usual, powdered sugar around her mouth, her hair tangled, holding on to half a dozen donuts and the tattered remains of the red dress I bought her about twenty pounds ago, destroyed from the inside out.
"What happened last night?" I asked, hoping not to seem pushy, "No call, no text, you seriously had me worried!"
She blushed, "Oh! Sorry, I went out with a bunch of girls from work, and we went to a movie, so I had to turn my phone off. Then we got a little drunk, so none of us could drive back." She walked towards me with an angelic smile, raising a suggestive eyebrow and cradling her heavy, bulging stomach, "I made sure we ordered some pizza, got some ice cream, and I may have..." she pulled me closer, pressing her bulging belly against my chest, groaning at the sudden pressure, "Woomph, I think I ate just a little too m