Once Upon Series

Katie blew out another breath as she tried to squeeze into her jeans, but it was pointless. There was no way they were going on. Ripping them off her legs, Katie threw them onto the increasing pile of things that she could no longer wear.

Trying not let it get the best of her, she turned back to her closet.

“Kat get your butt down here! We are going to be late for school!” her older brother Liam bellowed from the kitchen.

“I’m not going!” Katie knew she sounded like a two-year-old. But how many seventeen-year-old girls out there were dealing with a pregnant belly?

Katie could hear Cole, Liam’s best friend’s rumbly voice. That was perfect. She only needed more witnesses to her humiliation.

“Katie-cat,” Cole’s voice was just outside of her door. “What is the problem? Are you feeling sick again?”

Most of Katie’s first trimester had been hellish. Whoever named it morning sickness, is a complete numbskull. It was an all day, every day, puke fest.

Katie had even lost five pounds on her small frame. The doctor had been concerned and even pulled Liam in to speak with him about it.

“I’m fine, Cole,” Katie yelled through the door.

“If you are fine, I’m coming in.”

the knob started to turn Katie realized that she was standing there in her underwear. Screeching she grabbed

the hell, Cole? I’m not

sure he could see the floor. Raising his eyebrows, he glanced over to

“Were we invited to a toga

Katie rolled her eyes,

used to see you run naked across the

had been best friends

year ago, Liam had been eighteen

run naked in the yard for over ten years,” Katie frowned at

stretched his arms over his head, showing a slice of his washboard abs. Katie couldn’t help a wave of lust shooting through her. Stupid second trimester, it

your brother’s panties

her eyes, those damn hormones! “Nothing fits, and I

she had known for years completely dropped her. It wasn’t a secret that Katie got a little wild after her parents passed. Everyone

was in her bedroom doorway. “What the hell happened in

 Cole

throw something at him, preferably a spiked heel. “Nothing fits, I’m not

pile. “If you didn’t insist on

now. I will

patted her head. “Can we skip today and get

be. And this pregnancy thing