#Chapter60
EPILOGUE
Until the day came where I just came in and began blabbering about how unfair life is just because I was getting fatter everyday and Alastor just kept getting sexier. I kept complaining how pregnancy fucks up body clocks and eating habits.
I didn't know I was slowly voicing out my concerns to Hestia, my therapist, until recently. I didn't know my little daily complaints progressed into me telling her a story for hours. I didn't know I might actually enjoy it, and not look at it as a task, or an obligation, that I'll just have to get over with soon.
Weeks, months, years gone by without me realizing it. Time flew so fast, I didn't even realize that this was the last session I'll be having with Hestia. I didn't even know my three years were up already.