Emma's POV
"Emma you're not getting fat." Ethan groaned for the millionth time.
"Yes I am. I'm huge. Look at this. This dress can't even pass my chest anymore!"
"Emma, you're having twins. Of course you'll gain some weight, but baby you're not fat yet."
"Yet? !" I cried out.
My baby bump was now visible and I couldn't fit into my favorite black dress. Ethan was taking me out to dinner but I was throwing a tantrum because of what felt like sudden, rapid weight gain.
"Well why don't we just stay in and eat? Have the chef prepare us something special? "
"You don't wanna been seen with a cow in public? "
"Emma, stop it. You're not a cow, baby. You're beautiful."
"You're only saying that because I'm your fiancee. I feel ugly."
"Would you stop. You're not ugly."
"Yes I am. You don't even want us to go out."
"Emma, fine. Try on another dress and we'll go out."
"For everyone to laugh at me with my huge tummy. I can't even fit into my dresses."