Selene smirked and reached up, patting the dog on the head, "See, we will both get fat." Gypsy whimpered at Selene, her head turned up to look at Logan. "See, all women fear for the loss of their figure. It's nature."
Of course she was teasing. It was absolutely adorable how quick Logan was to defend that dog and his instinct to spoil her rotten.
Rising from the chair she began to help him pick up the mess from the food. "I could not possibly fit in another bite." She set the plates down in the sink, her fingers curling around the edge for a moment. There was a flush of color to her cheeks, sweat dotting her brow as she stared down into the stainless steel basin. It was becoming more of a frequent thing, her feeling nauseated. For the most part it passed without incident, she had yet to actually vomit. Thank goodness. Never in her life has she thrown up, the old girl wouldn't know what to do with herself.
Nervously she glanced at Logan. He always noticed every tiny detail. There was a shaky laugh from her lips. "This will take some getting use to."
Wetting a rag she held the cool cloth against the base of her neck. "What do you say, shopping tomorrow?" It was directed at both of them. "There are a few things I need to pick up anyway." Like new pants. She was coming up on three months along, from what Heather had told her gestation moved more quickly in this world, her pants were already becoming snug, though her condition was not obvious at all.