Back on the farm, it was the eighth month and the reality of the situation was getting impossible to ignore.
Emily's belly had gone from barely rounding to genuinely huge over the spring. It was happening way faster than any normal human pregnancy he had ever read about online, and she had finally stopped pretending it wasn't slowing her down. She could still move like an elite hunter when she really wanted to, but mostly she moved like a tired woman carrying a heavy watermelon. She kept one hand pressed firmly to her lower back and walked with flat, deliberate steps where she used to just flow across the room.
