Who: Dora and Nora When: afternoon, Thursday, March 16 Where: Leaving a restaurant and headed to shopping What: Shopping and talking and chilling the fuck out Warnings: Language. TBD
Dora linked her arm resolutely through Nora's as they left the restaurant. "Well, that was brilliant, thank you. Let's pray I manage to keep it down while we go shopping," she said. It had been difficult to find something to wear for today, to start, which was why she was grateful to be going shopping, period. She was really good at tailoring charms, them being charms, but fabric only did so much. Especially since she'd sized them down in the past. Plus it wasn't making it bigger, per se. It was the fit. It didn't fit right.
So the high-waisted dress she'd chosen mostly hid the otherwise obvious baby bump, which had grown rather a bit in the last three weeks. Oh, it wasn't huge. Not yet. But it was there. She couldn't wear slacks without wearing a sack of a shirt anymore, and that would bring more attention than the bump because it was not her style at all. She didn't wear baggy things. She had a sense of style.
She was mostly still masking it because she had yet to make a decision about telling her mother. She didn't care who else knew, really. She wasn't ashamed. She was still a bit freaked out, yes. Hormones, mostly. But she was happy to be having Ewan's baby, even if it was unexpected. But she knew this thing with her mother could make or break a potential future relationship, and this was going to be her grandchild.
"So, are we sure we're going to find things that fit me?"